Since Yall Love To Quote Lets Pick An Artist Who Is Worth Quoting: Canibus
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Yo Method, where the gods at, Redman, where the squad at
L, is that a mic on ya arm, let me borrow that
Who's the god of rap you sayin' is nice
I beat a nigga to death and beat a dead nigga to life
If ya look at me long enough, I start to read ya thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I call ya bluff
And see how many rhymes you got
I could go on for more millenias than mobsters got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run to when I confront you
Nigga, I call ya bluff like it had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild
Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface to air missile
I take 'em on in all shapes, sizes and forms
And spit on any MCs who ain't close enough to shit on
0 to 60, I'm already doin' a hundred
When I'm blunted, and I give it to any nigga that want it
Ya head'll spin so fast, ya catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on ya bitch ass
Make ya hard drive crash, c colon backslash
And I'll go back to the roots and school ya wack ass
Cuz the object of the game is to spark every cell in ya brain
At degrees hotter than blue flame
Propane gases, incinerate you into ashes
I got ya breathin' harder than girls in Lamaze class
Stop bitchin about if it's written or freestyle
Got the whole Spanish community sayin I'm ? (Sorry, don't know spanish won't even try to write it)
Chargin' niggas with booty styles 50 dollar fines
In addition to 25 dollars for wack punchlines
Cuz I'm the top dog runnin' the yard
And I represent cuz I'm never chained to the fence
Hence, to battle me is impossible
I put ya whole crew in the hospital with IV's in all of they nostrils
So stop sleepin' on me, I ain't a mattress
Put you thru more drama than a soap opera actress
Don't even think about pullin' out and openin' fire
Gunshots wound but I remove bullets with pliers
I inspire to kick the phattest shit you ever witnessed
From the Pharcyde that's even confusin' the Fat Lip
Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge
I make ya head nod till ya neck runs out of cartilege
I think it's obvious that I can bring the ruckus
Scream on ya crew like a military drill instructor
When I come thru niggas stand stiller than statues
If I have to I'll battle ya whole rap crew
Then I attack you with words that's absurd
And rip ya fuckin' skin off just to get on ya nerves - Originals
L, is that a mic on ya arm, let me borrow that
Who's the god of rap you sayin' is nice
I beat a nigga to death and beat a dead nigga to life
If ya look at me long enough, I start to read ya thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I call ya bluff
And see how many rhymes you got
I could go on for more millenias than mobsters got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run to when I confront you
Nigga, I call ya bluff like it had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild
Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface to air missile
I take 'em on in all shapes, sizes and forms
And spit on any MCs who ain't close enough to shit on
0 to 60, I'm already doin' a hundred
When I'm blunted, and I give it to any nigga that want it
Ya head'll spin so fast, ya catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on ya bitch ass
Make ya hard drive crash, c colon backslash
And I'll go back to the roots and school ya wack ass
Cuz the object of the game is to spark every cell in ya brain
At degrees hotter than blue flame
Propane gases, incinerate you into ashes
I got ya breathin' harder than girls in Lamaze class
Stop bitchin about if it's written or freestyle
Got the whole Spanish community sayin I'm ? (Sorry, don't know spanish won't even try to write it)
Chargin' niggas with booty styles 50 dollar fines
In addition to 25 dollars for wack punchlines
Cuz I'm the top dog runnin' the yard
And I represent cuz I'm never chained to the fence
Hence, to battle me is impossible
I put ya whole crew in the hospital with IV's in all of they nostrils
So stop sleepin' on me, I ain't a mattress
Put you thru more drama than a soap opera actress
Don't even think about pullin' out and openin' fire
Gunshots wound but I remove bullets with pliers
I inspire to kick the phattest shit you ever witnessed
From the Pharcyde that's even confusin' the Fat Lip
Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge
I make ya head nod till ya neck runs out of cartilege
I think it's obvious that I can bring the ruckus
Scream on ya crew like a military drill instructor
When I come thru niggas stand stiller than statues
If I have to I'll battle ya whole rap crew
Then I attack you with words that's absurd
And rip ya fuckin' skin off just to get on ya nerves - Originals
We savages, snatchin' microphones from amateurs
Cuz like women who get abortions, I ain't havin' it
I'll rip you, my metaphor contact will split you
Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Ya rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many niggas in my career I ran thru
Comin after ya, blastin' ya
With a shotgun like a front seat passenger
Ya must be askin' for some sort of a massacre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular
Shatter ya like glass in automobile crashes
When I smash that ass in the back, very molasses
Rip ya speaker to ashes and kick a hole in it
Cuz I'll be in ya crowd if you ain't controllin' it - How We Roll
Cuz like women who get abortions, I ain't havin' it
I'll rip you, my metaphor contact will split you
Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Ya rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many niggas in my career I ran thru
Comin after ya, blastin' ya
With a shotgun like a front seat passenger
Ya must be askin' for some sort of a massacre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular
Shatter ya like glass in automobile crashes
When I smash that ass in the back, very molasses
Rip ya speaker to ashes and kick a hole in it
Cuz I'll be in ya crowd if you ain't controllin' it - How We Roll
Canibus brings the sickest drama, fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches for tryna suck dick thru a condom
Playin' with the mic is somethin' I won't do
My only concern when I approach you is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standin' close to
And make every man in ya crew deny that he knows you
Defeated, niggas like Seagal, Steven,
Puttin MCs in positions to prevent 'em from breathin'
I make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
While peepin' your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with y'all, I splatter y'all against the mothafuckin' wall
With these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
I go on and on like Erykah Badu
A hundred times nicer than the best is
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who wanna test this
Fuck y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me
An MC so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure till I crush ya mothafuckin' noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast they hearts end up on the right side of they chests
My hypo-thesis is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it sewn like a seamstress
But if ya wanna battle I'm down
If ya got 9 lives, I'll take 8 of 'em off ya hands right now
Step up and get ya neck cut from ear to ear
If ya survive then you can cover the scar with a beard
I'm the illest, from Queens to the New Jerusalem bridicks
Anyone who ain't feelin' my shit, they can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute cuz you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
All y'all mothafuckas need Nordic-Track
To get ya weight up, fuckin' with Canibus, ya get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringin' my name up
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age, back in the days
Before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before neanderthals was drawin' on walls and caves
I existed in the Garden of Eden, gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus will spit until he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack MC alive on my shitlist
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it
Now you tell me who you think is damagin' shit
Going once, going twice, sold to the nigga named Canibus
Me and Mista Cheeks, A+ and Funk Doc
Hoppin' out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya - Beasts From The East
Fuck that's a long verse! Took me a while to write it out
I smack bitches for tryna suck dick thru a condom
Playin' with the mic is somethin' I won't do
My only concern when I approach you is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standin' close to
And make every man in ya crew deny that he knows you
Defeated, niggas like Seagal, Steven,
Puttin MCs in positions to prevent 'em from breathin'
I make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
While peepin' your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with y'all, I splatter y'all against the mothafuckin' wall
With these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
I go on and on like Erykah Badu
A hundred times nicer than the best is
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who wanna test this
Fuck y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me
An MC so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure till I crush ya mothafuckin' noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast they hearts end up on the right side of they chests
My hypo-thesis is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it sewn like a seamstress
But if ya wanna battle I'm down
If ya got 9 lives, I'll take 8 of 'em off ya hands right now
Step up and get ya neck cut from ear to ear
If ya survive then you can cover the scar with a beard
I'm the illest, from Queens to the New Jerusalem bridicks
Anyone who ain't feelin' my shit, they can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute cuz you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
All y'all mothafuckas need Nordic-Track
To get ya weight up, fuckin' with Canibus, ya get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringin' my name up
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age, back in the days
Before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before neanderthals was drawin' on walls and caves
I existed in the Garden of Eden, gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus will spit until he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack MC alive on my shitlist
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it
Now you tell me who you think is damagin' shit
Going once, going twice, sold to the nigga named Canibus
Me and Mista Cheeks, A+ and Funk Doc
Hoppin' out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya - Beasts From The East
Fuck that's a long verse! Took me a while to write it out
Yo, as the universe expands, I contemplate
Whether it was God or the big bang that made man
Sometimes I wonder how come we can't live without guns
What would've been the outcome
If the South won, think about that son
What in the hell caused the assassination of Malcolm
The Federal Communications Commission listens to politicians
In a position to make certain decisions
Like puttin' minorities in prison, to decimatin' the population of women
It's called socialism
From the United States to the United Kingdom
I spit into the sky and extinguish the sun, but how come - How Come
Whether it was God or the big bang that made man
Sometimes I wonder how come we can't live without guns
What would've been the outcome
If the South won, think about that son
What in the hell caused the assassination of Malcolm
The Federal Communications Commission listens to politicians
In a position to make certain decisions
Like puttin' minorities in prison, to decimatin' the population of women
It's called socialism
From the United States to the United Kingdom
I spit into the sky and extinguish the sun, but how come - How Come
If you wanna get into Bis
Oh rite...I decided to up some songs 4 yall to get into...It is possible that i have made some mistakes here but fuck it lemme know if something went wrong..
Canibus- Indisible ( Rip the Jacker )
canibus-Niggonometry ( Can-I-Bus )
Canibus- Patriots ( Can-I-Bus )
Canibus-How we roll ( Can-I-Bus )
Canibus-Poet Laureate ( The Curriculum )
Canibus-Master Thesis ( The Curriculum )
Canibus- Cenoir Studies 02 ( The Curriculum )
Canibus- BIS VS RIP ( The Curriculum )
Canibus- Curriculum 101 ( The Curriculum )
Oh rite...I decided to up some songs 4 yall to get into...It is possible that i have made some mistakes here but fuck it lemme know if something went wrong..
Canibus- Indisible ( Rip the Jacker )
canibus-Niggonometry ( Can-I-Bus )
Canibus- Patriots ( Can-I-Bus )
Canibus-How we roll ( Can-I-Bus )
Canibus-Poet Laureate ( The Curriculum )
Canibus-Master Thesis ( The Curriculum )
Canibus- Cenoir Studies 02 ( The Curriculum )
Canibus- BIS VS RIP ( The Curriculum )
Canibus- Curriculum 101 ( The Curriculum )
Canibus is not worth quoting. He has never said/done anything significant and he never will. Just coz dude has read alot of books and thinks it's cool to overcomplicate his rhymes does not make him a good MC. I think the fact that only two people are contributing to this thread sums up his popularity amongst most heads.
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