Canibus - 2000 B.C. (Before Can-I-Bus) | Текст песни

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• Canibus
• 2000 B.C. (Before Can-I-Bus)

Yo //
My offense is a mixture of Mike and Mohammed //
Knock a nigga unconscious, and talk shit //
In bare-knuckle boxing, speed is the object //
Weaving and dodging, with defensive blocking //
So in the ring, you cannot win //
The top ten become nine dead, if I ever decide to hop in //
With the one-two, one-two, shot to the chin //
Knock you out like ten shots of Vodka and Gin //
The beautiful blend, the power of strength //
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end //
I’ll verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga //
Put a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga //
Who can spit them words quicker than the average man? //
Who can embarrass a man? Bites you with fangs, and mangle your hands //
On candid cam, the Canibus can //
The Canibus can, with the stamina to damage a man //

[Canibus]
It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you //
Without a strong rhyme to step to //
I told y’all, I roast y’all //
So come on, hold on //

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you //
Without a strong rhyme to step to //
I told y’all, I roast y’all //
So come on, hold on //

[Canibus]
Yo //
I spit for it, lie for it, live for it, die for it //
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it //
If I’m handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it //
I’ma blow trial and do the Federal time for it //
You mad at the last album? I apologize for it //
Yo, I can’t call it, motha fucking Wyclef spoiled it //
But this time, for ninety-nine, I got five on it //
You should double up and put a dime on it //
Matter fact, triple your nickel and put fourteen ninety-nine on it //
I’ma shine on it, watch Flex drop the bomb on it //
About ten times on it //
While people call the request line for it //
Cipher sounds keep pushing rewind on it //
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it //
Twelve o’clock in the morning, you’ll be standing in line for it //
I’m a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it //
‘Cause I tear down mics, and put an out-of-sign order on it //

[Canibus]
It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you //
Without a strong rhyme to step to //
I told y’all, I roast y’all //
So come on, hold on //

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you //
Without a strong rhyme to step to //
I told y’all, I roast y’all //
So come on, hold on //

[Canibus]
Yo //
I rip shit, with the ballistic, characteristics //
Of a hollow-tip at point-blank distance //
I flip shit, when I spit shit, Father forgive ‘Bis //
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians //
‘Cause they sounded like idiots //
They went from silver to gold to platinum //
After the millennium, they’ll probably be wearing iridium //
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick, they’d probably cum helium //
Y’all niggas can’t be serious, I was nice before ice //
Before Christ, before the words, ‘let there be light’ //
And the light, took over the night, I was born with a mic //
Lord of the mic, before all plant and animal life //
Took this rap shit to new heights, before the Wright brothers took flight //
Before dog fighting and aerial strikes //
Before emcees picked up pens and started to write //
Before promotional marketing, and poster [___A___] //
The Can-I-Bus, will bust up mics, punch out lights //
Punch out your motha fucking eye-sight //
For the title-bout fight, ask Ty Phiffe //
I snatch the track for half-price, the Canibus is too nice //
Give me that mic //

[Canibus]
It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you //
Without a strong rhyme to step to //
I told y’all, I roast y’all //
So come on, hold on //

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you //
Without a strong rhyme to step to //
I told y’all, I roast y’all //
So come on, hold on //