Sicknature - Post Traumatic WarLab Stress lyrics

[Verse 1:Canibus] I'm the black mutant of rap music, half human half Vladimir Putin After plasma transfusion I became Rasputin The master of translucence who lives in a green house Creatin' green gas pollution, smokin' hash from hookahs Before Lucifer sent me back to the future to smash computers Assa**inate cla**es of students, I spare those who show cla**ic improvement Produce magic acoustics, supreme music using dreams so lucid I can visualize my future and chose it, I never abuse it I'm ruthless but Canibus is super illumine You know what? I read the blueprint Sometimes it seems like my eyes are wide shut like Stanley Kubrick Mic Club the Curriculum II I changed the name cause I ain't in business no more with you-know-who He stole from k**ah Priest too, his name rhymes with Clue I found out the same time as you You know what happens when you come from dishonest roots You put roots on me, I put roots on you "We live in a free country" That phrase is so f**in' funny, we know freedom is based off the money Resources to hide behind lawyers, it must be lovely When nobody can touch your lunch meat We brainwashed, we can't get these white collar stains off Poor Bernard Madoff belongs in the graveyard The stock market trade off doesn't pay off We get laid off, the country spirals into chaos I'm no genius, I know enough not to trust FEMA Their vaccines give ya eczema of the penis The Tuskegee Jesus verses a sneaky Tuskegee Demon What you gon' do when you see this?! The oldest religions, the coldest magicians Transmittin' live from Hell with heat stroke symptoms Symbicort is a success for those short of breath Got to wait for the next check cause I can't afford it yet DZK come slaughter the set, tell Warbux he got next Post Traumatic War Lab Stress [Verse 2:DZK] I always open wide like a great white, mouth full of steak knives Chewin' through the sewer's main line 'til it drain dry And when you're waist high in waste I make planned attacks on every last base camp in your wasteland I scheme for weeks and draft designs on how to craft my rhymes like a mastermind Whether young or past your prime I'll eat you alive Ain't no motherf**ing reason to try, just die Hope you're ready to run I'll cut the tongue out of my son just to stay number one No one will ever sit on my throne except my clone replica Who will never be better than what they stole the genetics from Gangbang, the beats we slang language Which alleviates your teenage angst and break cages Now we're runnin' through the streets with our leash off Eatin' all your stray pets sh**tin' on your police cars Cuz' I'm a beast dog, you don't want no beef punk Hit you with a meat log bigger than a tree trunk I kick the sh** that make you pee all in your jeans chump Clean up after my show better bring a steam pump I f**in' breathe funk ain't no f**in' Tic Tac existing That's big enough to clean up this act you're trippin' You cannot begin to comprehend, if you cross me The position you'll all be in This isn't battle rap, maggot, this is me with a battle axe Swingin through your Cadillac imagine that You f**in' headless metal wreckage in the shattered gla** I give a f** about your backpack and f*ggot a** Dim those lights I'm kimbo Slice on a mic But I don't lose none of my big pro fights I just bruise dudes twice my size and crews move When I maneuver through 'em smooth they know who's who I clear the room with a sonic boom and nuclear plume You should a**ume I ain't got a lotta provin' to do I'm bring doom to musicians with a feminine groom Kanye West, best believe I'm looking at you [Verse 3:Warbux] Call it ill by design, that's how to define us Cuz in the Warlab believe we got it down to a science This is underground at its finest The most talented rhymers around sh**tin on all of you clowns too coward to sign us So go ahead you'll have hell of a time Tryin' ta find a rapper with lines as compelling as mine You talking about a fella with the will to confine himself To a cellar developing rhymes for years and still on his grind This is Melatonin Magik You wet behind the ears like playing telephone with f*ggots So let em know, they better own some cellulose and acid Cause heads will roll, we send 'em home in yellow woven baskets The ninja rap stars just as explodes to the scene My blades will cut up your back like a rowing machine It could get ugly if they don't intervene Cuz I could make your life flash before your eyes like I'm throwing it beads I'm incoherent or so it would seem No I'm esoteric and don't care if you know what I mean, that's the spirit Cuz its apparent if you took half of what pa**es for lyrics and compared them to mine Hip hop should be f**in' embarra**ed So did you really want to flow with the gods? I'm too educated, haters couldn't cope with the odds See I studied Biggie and Pac, Hova and Nas Paganini and Bach, Beethoven and Brahms You are now in the presence of a master musician I craft my rap with the precision of a mathematician Or a surgeon, performin' a thoracic incision A magician escaping out of his shackles in prison Before you could even finish saying "Oh my God!" I'll spit a motherf**in' verse to fill your whole Ipod I'm a Rip the Jacker protégé Motivated by the golden age of rap back in the older days The incredible little fellow with rhythm and timing on instrumentals The sh** I've said in the rhyme considered a federal crime Like blowin off your head with a 9 Anyone with a shred of intelligence could tell its just ahead of its time I'm too sick, ain't even talking about the music Keep my f**in' name out of your mouth, need a toothpick? You a little confused like who's this dude "This is a W-A-R-B-U-X-clusive" The underdog, like back in the Bible with Noah's Ark To entrusted military titles to Joan of Arc To Napolean Bonaparte down to Rosa Parks And the medics attempting rescue, breathin' on Owen Hart This f**er 'Bux is the sh** So who really gives a f** if he's busting a clip In public drunk in the trunk of your whip The diabolical, alcoholical, comical pharmaceutically phenomenal Product of poppin' pills And you are not this ill, check your doctors bill I'm more dangerous in the streets than a toxic spill Yo this is 50 bars of sickness Consider it a Christmas gift to you, Bis, don't forget this!