People say yo Canibus what's up with you
When you coming out with something new?
Curriculum 2 coming soon, don't even trip my nigga
STS114 is it my nigga
Record labels ain't putting real emcees out
If you need a record deal then you don't deserve to be out
Old school style like phones with the rotary dial nigga
The Underground holds me down
I charge 500G's or better for Fight Club
In a Caesar with a skeezer getting my mic rubbed
You the type to get hype, smoke weed down the wrong windpipe
Straight edged bitch type, piss white
Detonate mines, run 8 miles 8 times
What's ya MOS, where's ya vest for the 8th time
I was born in the woods, trained by a bear
Double sided dog teeth, triple coated hair
Back from some place, nobody else been..
If I had to go there again, I'd need more men
It's over, that's where it all begins
Not this external war, but the war within
Come on
Syllable celibacy, verbal telemetry
Mentally I rhyme intelligently, not that many left in me
The mind control analyse my soul
It was dark and cold as I cried in a hole
Insane 40mm grenades
My brigade digs for days in dimly lit caves
The air strike danger calls to the nearest mic
Raise ya hand if ya scared to fight
Part of me is in the street, part of me is still wit the beast
Part of me still has belief
Part of me is counting on the next release
Part of me is at peace, the other part of me is deceased
Mind Control June 21st
Get a hearse call a nurse in reverse, nigga
The inferno from Yermo, letting the world know
I murk souls through phoenix to reduce the work load
I stand in a circle, in a Varna like kirk hole
The pasture is dead, where the fuck did the church go?
Iller than 'Ichi the Killer', meat poacher gorilla
Eat lyrics for dinner, a real emotional spitter
Grow potion elixir, my liver mixes the liquor
Swisher hanging out my mandibular, I'm the Ripper
Been there, been through it, done that, did do it
Overseas, now I'm here, in the booth, lips moving
Grab the mic, wrist moving, producing like Rick Rubin
Why The Lakers still losing? 'Cause Shaq quit hooping
Phil Jackson ain't stupid
You had the best motherfucking centre in the world and you didn't use him
Producing
The super-dooper uber producer from Lucifer..
Casket open, inflated with body bags, blast the ocean
Fat boatmen tipped over trapped in the open
Slow death, high crime, cold breath, cold bet
Watch a nigga go get the Cloak from the coat check
It's on Agamemnon on the next song
Cloak yolk them, Dagger choke them rodeo faggots
What nigga duck, fuck banging at your buck buck
Hut 1 hut 2 hut 3, HUUTTT
Coming through coming through, what y'all niggas wanna do
Triple layered H2, crumple zone saved you
Seat belts leave welts, call by, need help
Call my man T-Rell tell them how the weed smell
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