Mic-Nificent chords by Canibus
Intro 1
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Canibus] Yo, sittin
Verse 1
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on chrome,
sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones
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Grippin the road with the wickedest flow,
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'Bis is a pro
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I zigzag throughout sly loam
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Accelerate and decelerate
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in and out the cones
Poisonous poems travel through
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walkman headphones
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Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones,
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Who's the nicest nigga you know in
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the year two triple- oh
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Spit turn to icicles in the
mid air and slit your throat
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Drain your carcass dry rip out
your heart bitch
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I write rhymes using your blood
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for my ink cartridges
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Paleoanthropologists, polish
the bones
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of rapper artist after I dip in
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my hydrochloric waters
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Canibus, with the seams burstin,
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perfect
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Everyday the earth spins I write verses
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My soul purpose as a verbalist, is
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to make my words twist
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and connect like letters when they're in
cursive
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Verse 2
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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I'll pray on
Verse 3
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them,
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spray on them
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First nigga to violate I'll regulate
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without warning
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[Canibus]
Verse 4
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Yo, Yo, I'm faster than leopards
running across the vast desert
In twenty- two yards per second
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to catch me to daily delicatessen
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With thirty minutes to eat'em, forty
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minutes to digest 'em
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And fifty minutes for it to pass
through my intestines
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So ask yourself a question
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- can the Canibusrhyme?
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Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
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No time to make up your mind,
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you wanna run or die?
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Clip you while you're running by,
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trip you up from behind
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My rhymes, confuse niggas like
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somebody try to gang- bang
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wearin a blue shirt and red pants,
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throwin up signs with their left hand
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Standin out on the corner of
wetlands
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with a confederate flag for a headband
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God dam eggplants, niggas
gettin me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by
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garbage like Fred Sav
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and I can't seem to get
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away from it
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I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach,
and ate from it
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In my past life I slayed hundreds,
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and in the life before that
I played trumpets,
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to warn you that I was comin
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There's one billion ways to die,
and I already tried
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nine- hundred million nine hun
dred and ninety nine
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When I aim and fire my rhymes,
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like a hundred cannon balls flying
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Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
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Why the art of emceein is steady
dyin
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That nigga Canibus is still in his prime,
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bust a rhyme
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Verse 5
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I'll pray on them,
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spray on
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them
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First nigga to violate I'll regulate without
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warning
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Verse 6
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[Canibus]
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Club Dodge, I wrecked that
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Limelight, cursed that
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Envy, I murdered that
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Club SoHo, never heard of that
Wetlands, dried it up
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Cheaters, decided to club, fired up
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looking for a chicken to tie up
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Club New York, I heard it's hot there
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beats be rocking there
Too many niggaz be get
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ting stabbed and shot there
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Speed, I slowed it down
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The Tunnel, they hold it down
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Home of the underground,
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why they always close it down
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Century club, the hot shit
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House of Blues, I rocked it
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One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty
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South bomb shit
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Synagogue, yeah I be there
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Caribbean City,
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roll deep there
Lyricist Lounge,
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they be some real emcees there
there there {*fades out*}
Mic-Nificent
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