1.What's Going On
Repeated Male Voice：
What (8x)
Another Male Vocalist：
What, what, what's going on？ What's going on？
What's going on？ What's going on？
What's going on？ What's going on？
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
The club scene is a regular hang-out spot for unclean
Women in tight jeans fronting like queens
Chickenheads who should be home taking care of their eggs
Instead, they always in the club flirting with men
So I don't care about no hypnoholic bitches
All I'm concerned with is just bringing they burners in to burn
niggas
While security practice its mediocre performance
Niggas is still stealthfully sneaking their firearms in
Often, niggas be acting like they're marksmen
But couldn't hit a stationary object
So how you gonna hit a moving target
Especially if you alcoholic
The party was coconuts until you started
Nigga, what's going on？
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on why ain't everybody macking？
Havoc (slowed)：
While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Before you blaze think about the lives you've saved
Biggie：
You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
Canibus：
Ayo, the other night I seen some kid getting loud
Running his mouth
Till somebody pulled the bang bang out
The shots rang out
This nigga in front of me got his back blown out
On the floor with a piece of his small intestines hanging out
I had to scream at one of the bouncers to carry him out
They said, 'Nah, them niggas is still busting in the crowd.'
Then they ducked down close to the ground as the bullets whizzed
by
Praying to Allah cause they don't wanna die
But neither do I
Fuck it, I gotta be here
As a rapper artist, it's a vital part of my career
I swear
Ya'll niggas need to chill with that
Bringing your handguns to every God damn club out the format
Everything from semi-autos to macs
Chrome or black
Plastic gats and all that
Believe it or not the government wants that
So they can use that in the dispute to shut down rap
What's going on？
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on why ain't everybody macking？
Havoc (slowed)：
While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Before you blaze think about the lives you've saved
Biggie：
You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
Canibus：
Yo, all of my hip hop niggas should feel what I'm speaking upon
？Or subjectively touched by ？
Bullets
Being shot by guns, guns being carried by thugs
Who come to the club to shed blood
Then remind that everytime a nigga reaches for chrome
He jeopardizes more lives than his own
To some this record ain't even relevant
Until you experience how a bullet can shatter your dreams in a
milli-sec
By some thug cats who didn't take that
By busting a gat
They could render somebody handicap
And trapped in a wheel chair over nothing
With the gifts of walking and running snatched from them
What the fuck is going on？
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on why ain't everybody macking？
Havoc (slowed)：
While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Before you blaze think about the lives you've saved
Biggie：
You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on why ain't everybody macking？
Havoc (slowed)：
While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in.
Male Vocalist：
What's going on？ What's going on？
Canibus：
What's going on these days？
Can't do no hip hop shows without the gunplay.
Before you blaze think about the lives you've saved (fade)
2.Second Round K.O.
f／ Mike Tyson
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast
Hey man they been playin me all my life man
You know I won a title a couple a times did right
No but they can't hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this lil nigga
Verse One： Canibus
So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you lays your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, you only droppin clues
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched the footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me, you must be crazy
You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga
Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there
(Yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks
(Yo, yo get the fuck off me man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha
(Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit)
You understand？ (Fuck you!)
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a fight
Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go into battle
we come out, or don't come out at all
Verse Two： Canibus
Yo, you betta give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it
by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know What Beef is
It's not what I would call this, see this is somethin different
A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget
it
Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In Yoo
and I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker
Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus
Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man
You in and out and you're agile with you flow man
But dig right, you got you got meet man, that's your name
Canibus
Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
holdin the mic with you
But dig right...
But dig right...
But dig right...
But dig right...
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner
That's your agenda baby
Your your agenda to to consume them
Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence
The Canibus is here to rule forever
Mike Tyson, on the death
3.Buckingham Palace
Verse 1：
Yo, Yo, Aye Yo!
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace, selling reefer
Puffing a challice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus with the hot shit, 'Crazy I. Click'
Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Princeton, to Clapham Common
my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin
and murder niggaz for rhymin, spittin fire
With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver
with reporters behind her, alcohol in the hands of
a minor - I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers
Clear the building, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga I came here to kill em
Straight shittin', from New York to Great Britain,
And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission
What!
Chorus：
Canibus： When I say 'Can-I' you say 'Bus'
Canibus： Can-I
Crowd： Bus
Canibus： Can-I
Crowd： Bus
Canibus： When I say 'Can-I' you say 'Bus'
Canibus： Can-I
Crowd： Bus
Canibus： Can-I
Crowd： Bus
Yo, yo
Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then skittles when not digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with 'No Fear'
Like them clothes white boys be wearing
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong my word is 'Bond' like James
Niggas be tryin' to test but they 'week' like 7 days
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth
In Front of Halley's comet. Breaking the 'Facts Of Life' down
Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then
Three fucking Fugees. So recognize or be hospitalized
Because lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!
Chorus
Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy
So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me
I resemble Billy D. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the
scene
And when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swinging the guillotine
Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10
seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to hell you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the human Rubix Cube like you got something to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed, and get
everything
In the club thrown at you and your crew
From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
If you got a album, out you get hit with your CD too
Runnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't
The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical
fitness
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked, I Satan ejaculating on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights
Sniffin' white livin' the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right
Make sure your shit is right, or I'm a snatch your mic
Nigga!
Chorus to fade
4.Patriots
feat. Free
Canibus：
I make your bitch crew shit stools
I put a pistol in your mouth to pull
Then I feed you to the pit bulls
Don't even talk about guns
The only 9 you got is a 5 dollar bill and 4 ones
So I don't give a fuck what none of ya'll niggas say
Cause anything that can't penetrate ricochets
Rhyming with me on a record？
You might as well have died and went to hell instead of heaven
cause my rhyme
weapon
Is like a medieval torture method
Your 4 limbs tied to four horses all pulling in different
directions
In this profession I get busy without a question
Seeing me is like seeing a vampire's reflection
Fast or slow flows connect like electrodes
I make cassette tape decks blow when I'm in wreck-mode
Explode leaving areas abandoned
With more radiation behind than spots u.f.o.s landed in
Male Voice：
Is that all soldier？
Canibus：
Yes, sir!
Male Voice：
Is there anything you need？
Canibus：
No, sir!
Male Voice：
Report back to me before the briefing. At ease!
Canibus：
Are you a Navy Seal？
Free：
Yes, sir!
Canibus：
Then say it like you mean it! Tell them who Free from the Navy
Seal Team is!
Free：
Free be the one rocking shit
Special operatives
Specializing in weapons diagnostic
My survival tactics be drastic
Like Rambo I'm straggling niggas with my bow and arrow elastic
Whoever said you couldn't be 5 feet and thoroughbred
Never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head
How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold？
Or does your hard drive fold ？once the signal hits the node？
Beyond mission control the theory behind your thought
Marie Antoinette, behead me, I still rock
While you choke and suffocate I'll be on testosterone
I'm known to breaking levels down to the values unknown
A specimen with extraterrestrial estrogen
Kick your intestines in
Sell your testicles to Mexicans
I bring the force like a nutcracker
Annihilate rhyme hackers
Navy Seal linebacker
The last set of pits remain unclaimed
So if you buck against Free you better tattoo your name on your
teeth
I disintegrate those that oppose
Disintegrate hoes with they assholes in they nose
I suppose you wanna run your mouth like ？acasinette？
I put bitch niggas to rest in a bitch bassinet
Canibus：
Is that all soldier？
Free：
Yes, sir!
Canibus：
Is there anything you need？
Free：
No, sir!
Canibus：
Report back to me after the briefing. At ease!
Canibus：
Are you a patriot？
Sir, yes sir!
Then say it like you mean it!
Tell them who Canibus from the Navy Seal Team is!
I'm the meanest muthafucka on this whole Navy Seal team
And I can kill anything if it bleeds or breathes
Calling all bitch ass niggas and bitch ass bitches
I got a ？howitzer？ bigger than any 4／5 is
Rapping is a raw business
But as an individual I'm as different as anybody's fingerprint
is
？And foreign is a form of the antonym？
Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in
Bugging like a satanic evangelist
Jogging butt-naked down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles
Every MC in your crew will get ruined or wounded
You talk the bullshit and you to scared to do shit
I'm the type of nigga that will prove it
Produce shit
I spent so much time in the studio I had to move in
A soldier, who his practices West Indian opia
I can drink the poison from a king cobra
Cause long after ya'll are dead and gone
I'll survive the nuclear holocaust like a roach ？
Male Voice：
Is that all soldier？
Canibus：
Sir, yes sir!
Male Voice：
Is there anything you need？
Canibus：
No, sir!
Male Voice：
Report back to me after the briefing. At ease!
5.I Honor U
Chorus：(Sung by a woman)
We'll never part (through) sickness and health
You are my heart
I love you more than I love myself
But in the middle of the night
I heard you cryin' in your sleep
It'll be all right, I'll be there for you
If you tell me all your secrets
Yet in the middle of the night
I heard you cryin' in your sleep I held you tight
I'll be there for you......
If you tell me all your secrets
Verse 1： Canibus
Aye Yo!
Boy meets girl, boy really likes her
Boy loses contact with girl but he finds her
Girl has no clue that boy is a liar, and he has no honor.
So she dates him regardless, 'cause she thought he was harmless
And he had her believing' he was the man she wanted.
To spend the rest of her life with. The words 'I love you' are
Priceless, unpredictable like rollin' dices.
Nonetheless inspite of the fright
And repercussions you might get people still risk they necks.
Of course it's nice the feelin' of courtship
Roses and stuff, women never get it often enough.
And the reason people love they mother so much
Besides the fact she carried you for nine months, is trust.
It's a five letter word, that should only occur between him and
her
Before the bees and the birds...word!
Chorus 1x
Verse 2： Canibus
Aye Yo!
I heard a soft moan in the middle of March,
Then I felt a powerful force push me forward like a dart.
On your mark, get set, GO!
I was off, flagella was my propellor wiggling back and forth.
Then I set across for the border, Mother Nature's ？comma？
Calling me to the rock of Gibraltar.
The compitition tried to be smart but I was smarter.
My competitors was swimmin' fast so I swam harder.
Submerged in water, prayin' to my heavenly father
If I don't make it through I'm a 'goner.'
Screaming out death before this honor, because I'm awesomely
Stronger, my stamina last longer. I was destined to be a son
Instead of a daughter, XY is the male chromosomal order.
One'll stay alive, and survive, the rest'll be dead
'Cuz I'm a be the one to fertilize that egg (echoes out)
Chorus： (Sung by a woman)
In the middle of the night
I heard you cryin' in your sleep I held you tight
I'll be there for you....
If you tell me all your secrets.
Verse 3： Canibus
Aye Yo!
Mommy I'm up in your stomach, buggin'. Whenever you
Rub it, I love it like a comforters covers you warm as a oven.
Your husband...stubborn, how can you love him.
Smokin' cigarettes by the dozen when he knows that I'm comin'.
Bad move, you hopin' that daddy improves.
Knowin' in your heart that's bull, because he's too cruel.
You've been abused, used, you got wounds and scars.
Stick with your mind not with your heart, let's go to grandma's.
Terminate the lease call the landlord. Give your job two weeks
notice
Pack up the car, and go to New York. What part.
They got a little borough called The Bronx, Mom..
And I heard that's where hip-hop is gonna start.
Yeah, I think we need to be right there. Four months
In your stomach and I already chose a career. When you cry
I hear, and I wish I could dry your tears, but I can't 'cuz I'm
stuck in here.
Five months from being able to lay against your chest
I can't even hold you in my arms, 'cuz they ain't developed yet.
But I swear to you, as the God Almighty Truth
I'm a be there for you
I'm a be there for you.
Chorus to fade
6.Channel Zero
Approximately fifty years ago
Under the direction of president Harry Truman
And in the interest of maximum security
A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were
established
This group's primary objective
Was to desensitize us to the truth
And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being
visited
By a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the
grays
Tune in to channel zero (8X)
Yo sometimes the road to the truth is
So elusive it's confusin
And reality becomes illusion
If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin
I'd shatter the social balance of the world as we know it
I'm talkin bout the grand deception
Of nineteen forty-seven
When our souls were sold to the heavens
For technologically advanced weapons
Crystal enhanced, brain implants and mind control methods
MJ-12 is not majestic
In the focal point of our promise on this planet is not domestic
You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic
Or fail to recognize the secret society's deathwish
Ninety-seven percent of our presidents were masons
Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation
For the construction of underground military installations
Abductions and coward mutilations
Experiments on human patients
Can take place in several subterrainean bases
A hundred and fifty stories below a basement
With knowledge of genetic information
You need to fear science not Satan
Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents
They create strange creations
Top secret special operations
Low frequency sounds and lasers
People like Carl Sagan that didnt believe in the Drake equation
We're tryin to keep western civilization on the need-to-know
basis
Well you need to know that this is a game
And we being betrayed and played in the worst way
Tune in to channel zero (8X)
Yo the holy scripts from Genesis 126
Says let us make man in our image under our likeness
First of all whos they？
You see if God was truly a single entity thats not what he would
say
We as the Eloheem
Gods and goddesses
Possess a marvelous remonsterous subconscience
Lifeforms that speak in very high pitched sounds and squeaks
Shorts likhado clicks and beeps
A highly advanced form of speech
Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth
They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath
Till they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep
Then they evolved into mammals with feet
And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach
They used gravity
Cuz this actually the only force around
They could slow time and the speed of light down
The energy grid network
Open the gateway from earth
To any point in the universe
Livin organisms and various
Geomagnetic gravitational
Anomaly areas
Space expedition teams in the lunar regions
Reported seeing dissapyramids and tetrahedrons
Liquid filled shoes, is what they used
To walk across the moon without leavin a clue
Of where they been for the past twenty three billion years
Before life on the surface even appeared
I hope you become aware what Im spittin in ya ear
Was intended to stimulate your left brains hemisphere
I know it sounds weird
All these mothafuckin answers to questions to the grand
deception
Tune in to channel zero (16X)
7.Let's Ride
Verse 1：Canibus
Yo, yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin
With irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin
If you John Blaze or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propaine
No pain, no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change
Or get washed away like tears in the rain
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
When you in the streets and you drivin in your v
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school old school
Everybody gots to pack a mack
Verse 2： Canibus
Yo
If you wanna know how I kick a flow
When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know
It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical
miracle
And I'ma blackout in a minute two
Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what
I'm finna to get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug
The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack
With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax
In fact nigga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me wylin like Beanie on the speakers
'Sim simma' who got the fire for my reefer？
You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
Old school old school
You locked up and she need some dick
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride
Verse 3： Canibus
Yo physically I move at a velocity
That'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumaji
Illa than what you seen in the cinema
A 5'8' nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
Double the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
？Fog on the street corn frontin like I'm heated？
？From my cup of tea but don't give them the rest？
Mothafuckin ？fags？
And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow
old school old school
And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow
old school old school
Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials
Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the east just ride
Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the west just ride
East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride
8.Get Retarded
G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted ＊sampled＊ ＊2X＊
Get G-Get Get retarted
G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted ＊2X＊
Yo; niggas is phony frontin like they masters ceremonies
None of these suckers are even remotely close to me
To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche
Creating concepts so deep, niggas quote me
They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies
I did things beyond your flows, eons ago
Its inevitable, in '98 I'ma blow
Ever since '84, I been in it to win it
But since back then we used to battle by ？spittin on the cement？
You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
Concepts, I arrange from a cellular star sect'
From the galaxy of Andromeda
I puzzle niggas like crop-circles and other unexplained
phenomena
Chorus：
Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
You spineless, rhymeless, niggas is heartless
(Get G-Get Get retarted)
Aiyyo, I came to see that hiphop is never tarnished
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
So I ＊echoes＊
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggas to stop bitin
All I really want is you niggas to start writin
All I really want is you niggas to be original
And start spittin some lyrical shit I can listen to
You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences to the Human-Geno Project
You haven't come in terms with your God yet
And you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objects
When I bomb niggas, I get retarted probably more than you
bargained
I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit, hype shit, blow
up a mic shit,
You might get, beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a
nighstick
To the British, I'm Ghandi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm your last anti-body
Sitting and waiting for a cure for minor biology
Chorus
Yo, I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you a
pussy
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon
Goddamnit, I don't think you fully understand it
Ask nine out of ten niggas on the planet
Who the best is, the question would go unanswered
Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes
Revving my engines like they were powered by they're minds
Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's
double-helix
I leave you in troubled spirits, I'm absolutely the purest
Breeder MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve
it
However you wanna word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
Motherfucker!
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
Chorus
9.Hype-Nitis
1st man：
Yo, wassup, wassup son？
2nd man：
Ya'll ready？ Ya'll ready？
1st man：
Yeah, yeah, yeah we ready. Wassup, son？ Wassup, wassup？ What's
the deal？
What's the deal？
3rd man：
Yeah, yeah.
1st man：
Yeah, aight, so what all we gotta do is do the shit we been
working on and add
this new Canibus nigga. You know what I'm saying？
Group：
Yeah, yeah.
1st man：
Yeah, niggas gonna feel that nigga.
3rd man：
Oh, that's the old to the new.
2nd man：
That's gonna bring us back. Bring us back.
1st man：
That's gonna bring us back, you know. So yo, let's go work on
this shit.
Ahh, ya'll ready？
(Goes into some session)
Female Vocalists (singing)：
Hypnytis is in your eyes, that look, that smile in disguise.
Canibus：
Ayo, can you feel it？
I know that everybody's heard of that (Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it
Now the name of the virus is called 'hypnytis'
A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars
Hypnoholics can't require my respect
Cause they snakes and I can smell the venom on their breath
Hypnytis
Alright now, I'm about to break the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just wanna be nice now
Smile and raise their eyebrows when you come around
I remember when I first started to work
And tried to get this job as a label intern
Them niggas was killing me, cause wasn't nobody feeling me
A＆Rs wouldn't even risk demo-dealing me
Can you believe that shit？
That's how it was back then
Ayo, I know most the niggas I exchange pounds with or lounge
with
Wouldn't be around if my career was spiraling downward
They'd crowd around me till I'm surrounded
Ask me who I'm down with
Till I replied, 'the Navy Seals outfit'
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid a public announcement about the Hype juice and then I
bounced kid
To me hypnytis is like the measles
Cause it's a disease too
Studies show it affects 1 in every 5 people
It's so lethal the cure can't be achieved through
Hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons
If you feel the need to
Here's a toll-free number, they'll send you an 8-page pamphlet
for you to read
through
800-7-9-3-2
There'll be available hypnoholics standing by for you to speak
to (echo)
Hype
10.How We Roll
I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a fee
It'll cost a brain cell just to cypher with me
I'm the type of MC, that rocks for the glory
I don't give a fuck if you ignore me, yo Can call you
Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition
For anybody tryin to go the distance
I promise ya no less than 100,000 kilometres
My bomb stress will have you evacuatin your continent
I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric
Hittin you with lyrics that separates your body from your spirit
This is for wack niggaz doin shows and shit
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
(Rakim： 'Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it')
Chorus：
I roll with the wildest niggaz, yes indeed the highest niggaz
Unemployed jobless niggaz, and foul niggaz
Don't never smilin niggaz, my style's wildin
Chemically imbalanced niggaz
We savages, snatchin microphones from amateurs
Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin it
I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you
Into, little powderlike crystals, so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career, I ran through
Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgun
like a front seat passenger
You must be askin fa', some sort of a massacre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular
Shatter ya like passin automobile crashes
When I smash that ass into blackberry molasses
Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it
cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
Chorus： repeat 2X
I'm the illest lyricist in America, MC's can't see me
cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista
I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves
with a Speed that could confuse Keanu Reeves
So ask yaself, who am I
I'm the illest MC that ya ever seen in ya fuckin life
I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme
Til the meter reads 9, 9, 9, 9
Line for line I battle any kind of MC
At any time, whether signed or unsigned
Wit many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas
More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus
More lines than a African herd of zebras
Cause you ain't fuckin wit the 'canibus seteva'
This is for all y'all niggaz doin shows and shit
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
Chorus to fade
11.Niggonometry
Intro
(scratching)
N-N-N-... etc.
Chorus
N-I-G-G-A-nometry x3
(Nigganometry, Nigga-na-na-nometry)
repeat all x2
Verse One
Now if a bitch sucks yo dick, for $5 per square inch
And gets $40, including a $5 tip
How big was the dick she just sucked？ (say what？)
Said how big was the dick she just sucked？ (wha...？)
If you a nigga with a watch
This iced style with enough rocks
To make the hottest room temperature drop
How long will it take for you to get robbed？ (say what？)
How long will it be before you get robbed？ (wha...？)
Now if your song played on the radio for the first time
Four days ago, now the shit is rotational
Who got paid off to play it？ (I ain't scared to say it)
Said who the fuck got paid off to play it？
(I ain't scared to say shit)
If you sign a recording deal for less than a $250,000
And your advance is a $100,000 automobile
I know the vehicle was probably beautiful
But did you ask your lawyer if it was recuperable？
It's nigganometry...
Chorus
Verse Two
You had 5 shots of coke and vodka
Then you convinced your designated driver to
Smoke a pound of marijuana
How the hell you gonna get home？
Said how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home？
You gotta mansion, a benz, a bentley and a range
And ain't none of that shit in your government name
What pieces of property do you own？ (you don't own nothin')
Said what pieces of property do you really own？
(you don't own a goddamn thing, nigga)
Now if you take a glass of water then add 2 cubes of ice
You should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right？
You need to watch what I'mma show you (watch this)
You need to look closely at what I'mma show you
(listen to this right here)
If you remove every living animal out of the sea
Then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease？
This means the planet wasn't 3-quarters water (that was deep)
This means the planet wasn't 3-quarters water (that shit was
deep)
It's nigganomerty...
(samples)
Hey, I've been sitting here trying to think of what we can do
With this here letter 'L'...
F-U-C-K L.L.
(music outro)
12.Hypnytis
[skit first 30 seconds of song, speaking over 'rip rock'
instrumental]
Yo whassup, wassup son？
(oh are y'all ready？ y'all ready？)
Yea yea yea we ready
Whassup, whassup son？
Whassup, what's the deal？
Yeah yeah
Yeah, aight, so... so all we gotta do
Is do the shit we've been workin on
Word
When we add this new, canibus nigga, yaknowhati'msayin
{yeah, yeah}
Niggaz gonna feel that nigga
Oh, that's the old to the new! the old to the new!
(yo, that's gon' bring us back, that's gon' bring us back)
That's gonna bring us back
(yeah that's gon' blow)
Aight？ so let's... so let's work on this shit {＊clears throat＊}
Y'all ready？ two times, from the top
{＊goes into an old school style rap＊}
I hold the mic (yeah) real tight (yeah)
And yo grab the mic and make the shit sound tight
Hold the mic (yeah) real tight (yeah)
And yo, grab the mic and make the shit sound tight
Chorus： jenny fujita
The hype.. nitis.. is in.. your eyes
That look.. that smile.. in disguise {echoes}
Aiyyo, can you feel it？
I know that everybody's heard of that (the vapors!)
But this is the ninety-eight version of that
Bizmark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence, of the disease, and documented it
Now the name of the virus is called 'hype-nitis'
A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars
Hype-no-holics can't require my respect
Cause they snakes and i can smell the venom on they breath
Hype-nitis
Chorus
Alright now, i'm about to break the hype-nitis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just wanna be nice now
Smile and raise they eyebrows when you come around
I remember when i first started to work
And tried to get this job as a label intern
Them niggaz was, killin me, cause wasn't nobody feelin me
A＆r's wouldn't even risk demo-dealin me
{speaking over chorus}
Can you believe that shit？ that's how it was back then
Chorus
Aiyyo, i know
Most the niggaz i exchange pounds with or lounge with
Wouldn't be around if my career was spiralin downward
They'd crowd around me til i'm surrounded
Ask me who i'm down with, til i replied, 'the navy seals outfit'
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hype-no-holics by how they voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Made a public announcement, about the hype juice
And then i bounced kid {echoes}
Chorus
To me hype-nitis is like the measles, cause it's a disease too
Studies show it affects one in every five people
It's so lethal, the cure can't be achieved through
Hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons
If you feel the need to, here's a toll-free number
They'll send you an eight page pamphlet to read through
(800)-7932 , there'll be available hype-no-holics
Standin by for you to speak to {echoes}
Chorus
The hype..
13.Intro
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other users. Use 'Correct'. Thanks to you.
14.Nigganometry
Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch
And gets forty dollars, includin a five dollar tip
How big was the dick she just sucked？ (say what？)
Say how big was the dick she just sucked？ (what？)
If you a nigga with a watch, that's iced out
With enough rocks to make the hottest room temperature drop
How long will it take for you to get robbed？ (say what？)
How long will it be before you get robbed？ (what？)
Now if your song played on the radio for the first time
Four days ago, now the shit is rotational
Who got paid off to play it？ (i ain't scared to say it)
Say who the fuck got paid off to play it？ (i ain't scared to say
shit)
If you sign a recordin deal for less than a quarter mill'
And your advance is a hundred-thousand dollar automobile
I know the vehicle was probably beautiful (yeah it's tight)
But did you ask your lawyer if it was recoupable？
It's nigganometry.. {echoes}
Chorus： {all except first line}
You had five shots of coke and vodka, then you convinced
Your designated driver to smoke a pound of marijuana
How the hell you gonna get home？
Say how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home？
You got a mansion, a benz, a bentley and a range
And ain't none of that shit in your government name
What pieces of property do you own？ (you don't own nothin)
What pieces of property do you really own？
You don't own a god damn thing, nigguh)
Now if you take a glass of water then add two cubes of ice
You should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right？
You need to watch what i'ma show you (watch this)
You need to look closely at what i'ma show you
(listen to this right here)
If you remove every living animal out of the sea
Then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease？
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that was
deep)
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that shit was
deep)
It's nigganometry...
{sample of big bird from sesame street cut and scratched saying
'n'}
'hey, i've been sitting here trying to think
Of what we can do with this here letter 'l'...'
'f', 'u', 'c', 'k', 'l-l..'
15.Rip Rock
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, c'mon!
Rock! {＊echoes＊}
Rock! rock! rock!
Verse one： canibus
Jump up and down if you love the sound
We rip and rock until we tear shit down
Rip rock stands for hip-hop mixed with rock'n'roll
I'm hardcore to my inner soul
Hold on as i swerve outta control
Directly into the unknowns of a black hole
All my real niggaz, with fucked up neurotransmitters
Wavin glocks and swastikas
I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor
And swigga, til i'm drunk as the pississippi river
Even though i know the shit is fuckin up my liver
Tomorrow when i wake up, i won't even remember {'rock!'}
How i got home - or where i got this tattoo of a mic on my arm
from
Or when i fucked them bitches last night, i shoulda used a
condom
(i guess not) now that's what i call rip rock!
Chorus one： canibus
Rip, rock, rip (c'mon) rock
Rip, rock, rip (c'mon) rock
Rip, rock, rip (c'mon) rock
Rip (c'mon) .. rock! (yeah)
{repeat chorus one}
Chorus two： canibus (repeat 2x)
You want rock'n'roll？ (we got it)
You want hip-hop？ (we got it)
You wanna wreck shop？ (we got it)
We got it got it
We got it got it got it
{＊guitar interlude - like a heavy metal snake charmer's song＊}
C'mon! {＊echoes＊}
Rock!
Rock! rock! rock!
Verse two： canibus
Yo, i want you to sucker-punch whoever you standin next to
If you ready to rock with a refugee rebel
A navy seal underwater in a submarine vessel
Shittin on niggaz above sea level
I'm tired of you mc's talkin bout loot (loot!)
I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups (groups!)
I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams
Tired of gettin my name misspelled in magazines {'rock!'}
I'm tired of you two-faced disc jockeys
Non-believers, suckin on my arch enemy's penis
You know who you are, i'm talkin to you
You need to recognize i'm tryin to introduce somethin new
Somethin i would sacrifice my life or die for
Somethin if i was already dead i would rise for
Somethin that would make a fool a hundred times wiser
Somethin that will help all mankind to prosper
I die with laughter, lookin at you wack mc's
With your craft unmastered, bastards
Hip-hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded
With rock'n'roll, now rip rock is born, motherfuckers!
Chorus one
Chorus two
C'mon! {＊echoes＊}
C'mon!
C'mon c'mon c'mon! {＊echoes＊} (yeah!)
C'mon! {＊echoes＊}
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! {＊echoes＊} (yeah!)
C'mon! rip rooooooooooooooooooock!
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