(Canibus)
When you swing it, make sure you mean it
Swift knee kick to the penis, that can happen real quick genius
Satisfaction through an action, old fashioned
Close caption ain't looking at it, that's when it trap you
The Art of War's the war of art
Two emcees going in, going off, look how the vocals come off
Perfect, the beat synchronize to the verses
Perfect, you are learning to worship the serpent
At first to servants what we spit seem worthless
But if you give it urgent, you will witness purpose
This style of language we challenged, exiled and banished
They gave it to Keith Murray and Canibus
I write 'til the ink pen ends
Yet again, leather hands being held together by rubber bands
The metaphor approaches, agoraphobic poets protest
Crush, kill, destroy, stress
Parabolic electronics
Listen to far off objects that are more interesting to talk with
I stock market crash it then park it
Tax order in my rap office, pays cash on the province
Soon now very soon, we are going to see the king
Take off your watch and your rings
Let me see the floor touch your chin
You will never touch another microphone again
(Canibus)
So beware, camouflage is the colour of fear
Undergods been underground for a billion years
See we make fresh rhymes daily
We the Burnout Brothers, n***a, really?
Things just stink and we made a billion rhymes
Just imagine if you did this a trillion times
Lines on the paper look like a grid locator
But at first there is always no data
Better to die for this than to live for yourself
What the fuck type of way is that to say we need help
How much for a verse, we just raised the price
It costs a round trip flight and thirty days and nights
Let me give you some advice
Never in life try to emulate the things you see us doing on the mic
Just sign this roster and line up over there with ya mamma
And wait till we bring out your father
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