- Votes:
- Composers:
- Germaine Williams
- Daniel Pierre
 
- Genres:
- Hardcore
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- can i bus
- rap
 
- See also:
Canibus - Mic-nificent lyrics
Yo, sittin' on chrome, sittin' on low pro 20 inch Firestones
 Grippin' the road with the wickedest flow, 'bis is a pro
 I zigzag throughout sly loam
 Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones
 Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones
 Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones
 Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-O
 Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
 Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch
 I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges
 Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones
 Of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters
 Canibus, with the seams burstin', perfect
 Everyday the earth spins I write verses
 My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
 And connect like letters when they're in cursive
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 Yo, yo, I'm faster than leopards runnin' across the vast desert
 In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
 With thirty minutes to eat 'em, forty minutes to digest 'em
 And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
 So ask yourself a question, can the canibus rhyme?
 Is a fuckin' porcupine half swine?
 No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
 Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind my rhymes
 Confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang
 Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants
 Throwin' up signs with their left handCanibus - Mic-nificent - http://motolyrics.com/canibus/mic-nificent-lyrics.html
 Standin' out on the corner of wetlands
 With a confederate flag for a headband
 God dam eggplants, niggas gettin' me vexed man
 'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
 And I can't seem to get away from it
 I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
 In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
 I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin'
 There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried
 Nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
 When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
 Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
 Why the art of emceein' is steady dyin'
 That nigga canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them
 First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
 Club dodge, I wrecked that limelight, cursed that
 Envy, I murdered that club Soho, never heard of that
 Wetlands, dried it up cheaters, decided to club, fired up
 Looking for a chicken to tie up
 Club New York, I heard it's hot there beats be rocking there
 Too many niggaz be gettin' stabbed and shot there
 Speed, I slowed it down the tunnel, they hold it down
 Home of the underground, why they always close it down
 Century club, the hot shit house of blues, I rocked it
 One twelve ATL, that's the dirty south bomb shit
 Synagogue, yeah I be there Caribbean city, roll deep there
 Lyricist lounge, they be some real emcees there


















