Mic-Nificent Lyrics & Tabs by Canibus
Mic-Nificent
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(Canibus)
Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones
Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow
‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam
Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones
Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones
Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones
Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh
Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch
I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges
Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists
After I dip them in hydrochloric waters
Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect
Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses
After I dip them in hydrochloric waters
Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect
Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses
My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
And connect them like letters when they in cursive
(Canibus)
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
(Canibus)
Yo, Yo
I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts
at twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen
With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them
And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme?
Is a fucking porcupine half-swine?
No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?
Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind
My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang
Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands
Standing out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband
God damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man
‘Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that
I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming
There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried
Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes
Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steady dying
That nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime
(Canibus)
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
(Canibus)
Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that
Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that
Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club
Fired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up
Club New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there
Too many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there
Speed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down
Home of the underground; why they always close it down?
Century Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it
One Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit
Synagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there
Lyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there
