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[Verse: Canibus]

Can-I-Bus rock with Jurassic, the word metallurgy masters

Purse rappers observe how black lives scatter

With leaf blowers, cover a clergy and pastors with dirty asses

In God's eyes, only urgency mattered

Bare-chested only endures, doing windmills with no drawers

In every direction, I shit on your bars

Focus my breathing, tactical throwaway within reason

Intravenous vitamin C and B3, B12 divided by 4, give me Omega-3, The emcee where money comes in bloody T-Rex teeth

Frontal lobе to the front, smoke half a blunt

Operatе half a dozen Bluetooth devices at once

Sacrifice a pound of flesh for every ounce of paces

It amalgamates to something k-kin to self-annihilation

Holy mother of Jesus, male rappers with hemorrhagic fevers

Females with hemorrhagic queefers

They don't wanna talk about it, me neither

They don't believe there is such a creature: Raptor meets reaper

Ravenous usel eater, up all night like tweakers

In front of butane heaters, pulling out ingrown hairs with tweezers

Not on my face, but on my girl's beaver

I keep her because she's not a terminal bleeder

I research homeopathic healers, channeling Saturnalian teachers falling into deep sleep seizures

Only to wake up, we get to see I slowly develop alien features

Like Mr. Barber making beats in theater

On drum machines smoking reefer with E.T. fingers

Like a million iPictorial financial seekers

Canibus and J5 in your speaker, wireless receiver

I'm so eager to use my new birdfeeder

Getting my youth from back in the day

Nobody rhyme like this to this day

The capital C, the capital J

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