| Canibus - 103 Jamz |
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[Canibus]
Yo,
I radiate like plutonium rods that glow //
Geiger-counters drum roll when I start to
flow //
Patriarch with the heart of Napoleon
Bonaparte //
Stomp across continents to conquer my art //
I'm a millennium lyricist, Area-51 physicist
//
Rhymes hot enough to melt the wax off the
turntable before the DJ even starts spinning
it //
My raps could melt the wax right off the back
of Kid Icarus //
Sharper than the shit you shank niggas with
//
Sharper than scissor tips, sharper than rings
on RZA's fist //
It's ridiculous how so many of you niggas
figure that //
Maybe we can get a name if Canibus disses us
//
I know how you niggas think //
You figure since you already a pussy you
might as well give me syphilis //
Envious 'cause your rhymes are infinite //
And you're lyrically limited to the little
boxes you're living in //
I'm as dangerous as they come, dangerous with
or without a gun //
I've been dangerous from day one //
Rhyme flows explode like pyros //
Stick to your ribs like chicken and thick
gravy from Roscoe's //
You get your head flown if you dumb in the
dome //
Or struck with some stones 'till you feel
numb in the bones //
You better keep your big mouth closed //
Before I stick the muzzle of my chrome in
that hole under your nose //
Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold
//
In the direction of my wrist bones to release
your soul //
I told you to freeze, if I was you I would
have froze //
But you chose the other route and got blown
full of holes //
Pistol to your mug, cripple your tongue, rip
through your lungs //
Write your name on your tombstone scribbled
in blood //
Come on, give me a little love //
There anybody out there that never felt one
rhyme that Canibus bus'ed? //
You a liar, liar, pants on fire //
Watch the Goat with the ghostwriter get
slaughtered by a tiger //
Saw his video, uh, yeah //
Smeared his career like doo-doo inside a
diaper //
My style is sicker than infected women and
men //
I'm so raw I could catch AIDS without
sticking it in //
Flip and dip like shrimps and scampi //
Switch my language like a black kid raised by
a Spanish nanny //
To a level you could never explain //
'Cause compared to me your brain is the size
of a sand grain //
A real pain in the ass that got smacked for
saying my name //
And now you look like a ass in pain //
Guess what? Got 'F'-ed up 'cause you
shouldn't have stood up //
Sweeter than a handful of granulated sugar
//Niggas running they mouth like I can't get
to them //
But watch the shit hit the fan when that cat
Can pull up //
No question, get wrecked in less than a
nanosecond //
For messing with me or my brethren //
You can't stop aggression, you can't hold
back what's destine //
And you definitely can't coach perfection //
Be the only nigga standing after Armageddon
//
Take a hammer and smash the stone your name
was etched in //
Then I'll announce that I'm running for the
new election //
Anybody with an objection gets the
death-sentence //
Death by lethal-injection, death by being
beheaded //
Death by getting shot with a weapon, but if
you want to be remembered //
Then death by getting your head severed is an
honorable way to end it //
Yo,
If I said it once, I say it a thousand times
//
I've got thousands of rhymes, the
rechargeable alkaline kind //
You want a piece of mine? Fine, we can take
it outside //
Otherwise your wasting your time //
'Cause I'm gonna shine past the
one-triple-nine //
Niggas gamble and damage their eyes //
Going blind trying to keep up with these
lyrical lines //
Type of nigga you can't flow behind without a
dope rhyme //
Mess around and get clothes-lined 'till you
nose-dive //
We can rhyme fair-and-square or fair in a
sphere //
Anyplace, anywhere ya'll niggas ain't got a
prayer //
'Cause Doomsday is near, faggot niggas is
scared //
They stand and stare as I appear upon a
cushion of air //
With a long-white beard flaming //
Hot enough to sunburn Satan //
Hotter than white people taking vacation //
Out in Virginia, out in the sun baking //
Sun baking in gamma-ray radiation 'till they
skin color look Cajun //
Mother-fuckers start aging 'till the point
where they faces shrivel up like raisins //
And they become cancer patients //
This is how we do it when we chilling in the
V-A //
Can-I-Bus getting busy on the P-A //
System, yeah, I get in 'em //
With a lyrical algorithm liable to kill 'em
//
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em //
Face don't belong on the Source, it should be
on the Shroud of Turin for certain //
Grab mics and murder shit //
As wicked as Satan worshipers going to
Catholic Church services //
You heard of this new lyrical verbalist //
Wont let me up the rest of the lyrics : /
Tags : Canibus RTJ 2000BC CTHS PLOO Lost Lyrics BUS 103 Jamz RTJ2 "C" of Tranquility |
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Affichage : 12656
Durée : 174 s |
| TUCSON JAMZ EP 03 (1of3) "Rock-On Baby" |
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TUCSON JAMZ is a Cable TV series which airs
twice a week in Tucson Arizona
(Every Fri night at 10:30 pm and Sat night at
11:00pm) which features a Live music Jam for
Professionals with NO COVER CHARGE! EVERY
WED. NIGHT at THE HUT! 8pm to Mid.
TUCSON JAMZ is now filmed live at THE HUT on
4th Ave (Next Door to Omalley's)in Tucson Az.
The first 13 episodes were filmed at BERKY'S
BAR on speedway. DVD's are available for only
$10. at THE HUT on WED. nights from 8pm to
mid. Each DVD includes that episode # of
Tucson Jamz PLUS a bunch of other songs
filmed live and un-edited unseen footage
starring many artists and audience members!
You may be on here if you were there! Some of
the musicians are Robin Wall, Tony Redhouse,
Barrie Setherley, Toni Samson, Randy Wilder,
Adam Vann, John Minnella, Aaron Avery, Susan
Barrett, Rod Rush, Pete, Mike Birch, Dan the
man drummer, Eloy Hurtado, Leonardo, Joey
Simbari, Jimmy Simbari, Steve Simbari, Daniel
Bunnell Deacon's son, Pathagen, wade, The
Chef from hell, Marcus, Don Nottingham, nod,
Rick, Ted Reyes, Chad White, Eric Garcia,
John King of The Usual Suspects, Kenny
Wheels, Joseph on Bass, Karmin Monoxide, Bell
the Bartender, Helicopter Joe, Gee and Traci
(The Owners of BERKY's) and of course THE
DEACON! Leonardo as Grip, Camera Operator 2 -
Ken Beals, Produced by Chris Haskell
HASKELLFILMZ
Write-In Ron Paul or vote THIRD Party like
Chuck Baldwin...just dont waste your vote on
McSAME or NOBAMA!
No McCain or Obama ..they are CFR TRAITORS!
Tags : Open mic night with The Deacon at the Hut wed nights Haskellfilmz |
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Affichage : 224
Durée : 604 s |
| TUCSON JAMZ EP 03 (2of3) "Rock-On Baby" |
 |
TUCSON JAMZ is a Cable TV series which airs
twice a week in Tucson Arizona
(Every Fri night at 10:30 pm and Sat night at
11:00pm) which features a Live music Jam for
Professionals with NO COVER CHARGE! EVERY
WED. NIGHT at THE HUT! 8pm to Mid.
TUCSON JAMZ is now filmed live at THE HUT on
4th Ave (Next Door to Omalley's)in Tucson Az.
The first 13 episodes were filmed at BERKY'S
BAR on speedway. DVD's are available for only
$10. at THE HUT on WED. nights from 8pm to
mid. Each DVD includes that episode # of
Tucson Jamz PLUS a bunch of other songs
filmed live and un-edited unseen footage
starring many artists and audience members!
You may be on here if you were there! Some of
the musicians are Robin Wall, Tony Redhouse,
Barrie Setherley, Toni Samson, Randy Wilder,
Adam Vann, John Minnella, Aaron Avery, Susan
Barrett, Rod Rush, Pete, Mike Birch, Dan the
man drummer, Eloy Hurtado, Leonardo, Joey
Simbari, Jimmy Simbari, Steve Simbari, Daniel
Bunnell Deacon's son, Pathagen, wade, The
Chef from hell, Marcus, Don Nottingham, nod,
Rick, Ted Reyes, Chad White, Eric Garcia,
John King of The Usual Suspects, Kenny
Wheels, Joseph on Bass, Karmin Monoxide, Bell
the Bartender, Helicopter Joe, Gee and Traci
(The Owners of BERKY's) and of course THE
DEACON! Leonardo as Grip, Camera Operator 2 -
Ken Beals, Produced by Chris Haskell
HASKELLFILMZ
Write-In Ron Paul or vote THIRD Party like
Chuck Baldwin...just dont waste your vote on
McSAME or NOBAMA!
No McCain or Obama ..they are CFR TRAITORS!
Tags : Live Music Open mic night tucson Hosted by the Deacon HASKELLFILMZ |
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Affichage : 173
Durée : 598 s |
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