Mic-nificent Lyrics

Mic-nificent lyrics

[Canibus] 
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 Osteoperosis your bones, 
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh  
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat 
Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bit*h 
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 
 
Chorus: repeat 4X 
 
I'll pray on them, spray on them 
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning 
 
[Canibus] 
Yo, Yo, I'm faster than leopards running 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 f**kin 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 hand  
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 
 
Chorus: repeat 4X 
 
I'll pray on them, spray on them 
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning 
 
[Canibus] 
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 getting 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 sh*t 
House of Blues, I rocked it 
One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb sh*t 
Synagogue, yeah I be there 
Caribbean City, roll deep there 
Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there 
there there {*fades out*}