Doomsday News – Canibus – letras

Yo, yo..If I had half as many bars in goldas I had in lyrics when I flowedI’d be the richest man on the globeNiggaz wanna know is Canibus gold?That’s a stupid-ass question motherfucker, is Canada cold?Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro isFive thousand degrees hotter than flame throwersI reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck micsDisconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knifeRip through, everything from tissues to blood vesselsMy ninjitsu, kill you with the art of TenchuI zig zag, zig crushin a kidWith G-forces violent enough to crush your ribslike pilots that fly Russian MIGComin to punish you pigsGive a fuck who you is; nigga, Canibus in ya bizFrom the lowest point in the planet to Mt. EverestI kick the illest shit, spray-paintin my name across the pyramidsThe rap terrorist, Professor EmeritusFuck forbidden fruit I was eating pussy in GenesisChorus:What you got niggaz that’s ready to brawl?I’ll give you the phone card and the celly to make a callWhat the fuck y’all bitch niggaz actin like y’all tuff for?We’ll stuff y’all, uppercut y’all, confront y’allOn stage we break arms, legs, backs and jawsEnough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y’all!)[Canibus]Now I said it once and I’ll say it a thousand timesI got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kindYou wanna a piece of mind? Fine, we can take it outsideOtherwise you’re wastin your time, cause I’ma shinefor the one-triple-9, niggaz gamblin damage they eyesGoin blind, tryin to keep up with these lyrical linesThe type of nigga you can’t flow behind without a dope rhymeYou fuck around and get clotheslined til you nosediveWe can rhyme fair and square or fair in the sphereAnyplace, anywhere, you niggaz don’t have a prayerCause doomsday is near, faggot niggaz is scaredThey stand and stare as I appear upon a cushion of airWith a long white beard flamin, hot enough to sunburn SatanHotter than white people takin vacationout in Jamaica out in the sun bathin;sun bakin in gamma ray radiationtil they skin color look cajunMotherfuckers start agin to the pointwhere they faces shrivel up like raisinsand they become cancer patientsChorus[Canibus]Yo, yo, yo.. I manipulate the metaphysicalpower to hold my breath for half an hourContinuously breathin outward; you ain’t an MC you a cowardI make wack rappers lose control of they bladdersand piss in they trousersPink pussy possum niggaz play deadWhile my heat waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shitWater molecules get transformed to vaporsMy lyrics turn the Pacific into a dry lakebedElectromagnetic cassettes melt tape decksNiggaz battle in space; tryin to hold it downbut they can’t cause they weightlessAmateur swordsmen gets stabbed through they face masktrying to escape deathA world where the whole globe will contract Ebolafrom drinkin spring water darker than Coca-ColaHuman with AIDS, computers with Y2KI rock rhymes counter-clockwise until doomsday