sickest rhymes you will ever hear.

[sYric-STiPHuLLa]

i'm gonna go ahead and post some of my favorite lines from this emcee who i personaally think is a plus-more rapper.

 

to start off...

 

some people understand it some just can't here's some things that'll have u twisted in your seat and have u placin canibus on the scene signed sealed delivered here goes.

 

"I'll hit ur chest so hard ur shoulders'll touch"

"i'll take ur crown with ur head still attached to it"

"I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor

and swigga, til I'm drunk as the Pississippi River

Even though I know the shit is ****in up my liver"

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"Don't even talk about guns,

The only '9' you got is a five dollar bill and 4 one's"

 

First rapper to speak over beats dogmatically

Mixed with Elizabethian drama and tragedy

My motto is to dress casually and live lavishly

Look at the Victorian tapestry in back of me

Notice the post renaissance pictures I drew

Hand sketched drawings of the deserts in Nazca Peru

The followable audio propogates the possible truth

For proof I'm the illest so the choice is not unto you

See the standard ideological definition of a rap model

Its Canibus scholarly periodicals

The article is substantially impressive, more then a message

A working thesis from several different perspectives

The Rosetta stone of sentences

For rap music's tentative

Enter apprentices

This is Genabis

The Rosetta stone of sentences

For rap music's tentative

Enter apprentices

This is Genabis

 

last verse of "genabis" on rip the jacker

 

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"Niggas hear bout me and discreetly set up a date to meet me to see if they can defeat me / but i aint ready to let no ********** eat me / thas why u find lil pieces of emcees in my feces weekly"

 

"The fact i'm not treated like a king is absurd to me, from the streets of Dirty Jersey to Germany niggas heard a me"

 

"cuz i'm the baddest ********** , above average, wit alien deoxyribonucleic acid / a bloodsport wit metaphors of all sorts / so fly i need a passport jus to walk"

 

"Its mentally unimaginable, mathematically incalculable, inextricably infallible, lets not forget utterly impossible and morally ursermountable to assume that i could lose if i battled you"

 

"i grab mics and push niggas to the left so fast they hearts end up on the right side of they chest"

 

"When i come thru niggas stand stiller than statues cuz if i have to i'll battle your whole rap crew / then i'll attack you wit words thas absurd and rip ur ****in skin off jus to get on ur nerves"

 

"You're number one and i'm negative two / basically nigga that means i'm still betta den you"

 

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[Canibus]

Yo!

Check it, Yo!

 

I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert

in twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen

It takes me 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?(What question?)

Can the Canibus rhyme?

Is a ****in 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 there left hand

Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband

God dam eggplants, niggas getting' 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

While the art of emceeing is steady dieing

Canibus and Rakim Allah is still in there prime!

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This a freestyle he did ob the moring show

 

 

[Canibus]

Yo, I'm a nuclear warhead

Right now you're provokin my detonation

Never test me without proper authorization

My lack of patience has cause me to get mad

And explode right in front of your face like a airbag

Your rhyme is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate

I create lyrics too intricate to imitate

Movin at a velocity

That'll break your stop-watch if you're clockin me

My concrete jungle is like Jumanji

But iller than what you seen in the cinema

A five foot eight nigga wit more horsepower than twelve cylinders

My brain consists of twin pentium chips

That's double the clock speeds of a 5-86

And nuttin about my physical matrix is basic

I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin

You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes

It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind

One of a kind, I got divine chromosomes in me

My sperm'll scramble the eggs in a women's ovaries

Cuz I'm as original as it gets

And I can't respect, niggas that copy like double-decks

I get vexed, when crab punks bite my style

Cuz I'm sellin a thousand records per day, per square mile

Breakin the laws of phsyics, wit metaphors and lyrics

Speakin to dead poets by conjuring up they spirits

From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen

Yo, the whole Dead Poets Society couldn't mess around wit the talent

Much less understand it

I make type-rope walkers in the circus

lose they balance when I kick the planet

 

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Today they call me a charlatan, but tomorrow I will be a god of men--Canibus off of Levitibus

 

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On FANTASTIC 4

[Canibus]

Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?

My mother****in' brain is IBM compatible

Techniques are foreign, far from being borin

My style is hard like cancer without McCorman

I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it

My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it

Niggas frontin' like they hard

But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude

And I'll split your shit, god

Right down the middle

Play you like a riddle

I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple

Then trespass on your property like Monopoly

Subdue your crew and beat that *** properly

Welcome to the Desert Storm annual extravaganza

Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on Bonanza

I feed off weed, natural energy sources

Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in Porsches

Can't be tested or F'ed wit, I'm too reckless

I chop off heads just to take the necklace

The type of Canibus (/cannabis) that's side-effectless

The type of shit that get the Question-mark Man arrested

Take evasive action

Flip like reciprocal fractions

Turn the heat up on MCs to watch their meat blacken

You try get fly, you get electrified and fried

**** around and get your mouth slapped dry

You could battle me and possibly survive

But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye

Word up hop, CLUEminat call the cops

And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT

Scar your whole squad with bullet scars

No holds barred

I'll even hassle the National Guard

Ready or not like the Fugees

Crews be steppin' to me

But I wipe em' all out like booty

I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me

It don't matter whether they on or off duty

I murder you brutally when I spit at you

My actions are unforgivable

Look at what CLUEminati did to you

The maximum lyrical, nigga you minimal

There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you

 

4rm Beast 4rm The East

[Canibus]

Canibus brings the sickest drama,

fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor

I smack *****es who try to suck dick through a condom

Playing with the mic is something I wont do

my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you

I smoke you and whoever you standing close to

and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you

defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,

putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing

I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in

by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,

What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll

against the mutha ****in wall with these raw lyrics I catapult

None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle,

I go On & On like Erika Badu

a hundred times nicer than the best there is

twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this

**** yall you dont impress me and no one can test me

An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me

All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,

and apply pressure until I crush your mutha ****in noggin

I grab mics and push niggas to the left

so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests

My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this

lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress

But if you want to battle, I'm down,

If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now

Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear

If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard

I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks

anyone who aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick

You need to quit it, if you aint spitten

more than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness

kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack

all of ya'll mutha *****s need NordicTrack

to get ya weight up, ****in with Canibus you get ate up

get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up

been rockin longer than niggas twice my age

back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin a fade

before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves

before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves

I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin lifted

stickin dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress

Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness

The Canibus is spitten till' he's spitless

50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this

I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit list

verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted

took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it

Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit

going once, going twice

Sold to that nigga name Canibus

Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor

hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya

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For all you niggaz sayin that my shit is sick, just imagine

the ninety percent of my brain that I ain't even used yet

Take a deep breath, quick, suck in as much air

as my lungs will permit -- then I start to kick that shit

I been gettin busy before the planets started to turn

Before the bees, the birds, and Adam and Eve occured

Prior to all creation, in other words

When the female egg will merge with the man's sperm

I stand firm, my words burn through your exterior

The eat away at your materia, I'm superior

While you only pretend to be, I can double my density

from three-sixty degrees to seven-twenty instantly

Six, multiplied by five by four by three by two

then one, go head and calculate the sum

The time has cometh, I was summoned to punish

Mother******s with mouths to run it ? with rubbish

When I come through, niggaz stand stiller than statues

Cause if I have to, I'll battle your whole rap crew

Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd

and rip your ****in skin off just to get on your nerves

 

canibus funk master flex freestyle

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No regrets, you live and you learn

I'm through giving advice I just give concerns --Canibus off Levitibus

 

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food for thought , nutrition for the whole brain

keep youre neuro-transistors warm on a cold day

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Lost @ C from the 2000 B.C. joint, in my opinion, one of the most highly sleep on joints.

 

Yo, yo, yo

Now when you see that big *** 'C', you know I'm comin through

And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do

I never said that battlin me, would be impossible

I just think it's highly mother****in improbable

You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules

to subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull

Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule

Urinatin rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes

Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours

I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album

The kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggaz proper

I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em til the cops come

Beatin niggaz til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin

like fax machines when they start receivin

Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin

Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathin and they heart stop beatin

From 12 A.M. to 12 P.M. in the evenin

With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em

Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beatin

That's what you get for ****in with this lyrical demon

My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons

I got cast out of heaven for treason

Got cast out of the Garden of Eden

for lettin the reptilian beast in

Got locked up for a DUI and speedin

A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when

they spit a hundred bars for they freedom

See I'm much too nice to compete wit

Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M-I-C wit

Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip

and start to punch trees til they leafless

Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath

til the whole planet suffocates and then release it...

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Yo check it *beat comes in*

I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock

Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not

Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves

Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape

Manipulatin space in large proportions

"Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin

About shit like supernatural forces

Gnomes and theories and superstring theories

Most of you motha******s barely

Even understand the English language, much less think clearly"

When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell

Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt

I researched my roots, lookin for proof

The best place to hide a lie is between two truths

The aftermath of a nuclear blast

When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph

I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass

Reach your epitab and bury your ***

As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly

I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke

 

canibus- chaos

 

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"Buckingham Palace" Can-I-bus

 

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey

got me ready to set it with kinetic energy

See I need much more energy then my enemies

If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy

So I could be on MTV

with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee

I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene

Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green

Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine

for that thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine

Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream

Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed

from the human body with a sharp enough weapon

the brain remains conscious for ten seconds

Long enough for me to give you one last message

And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it

Don't ever get it confused, ****in with Canibus

the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove

Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed

Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew

From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods

You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too

Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin

that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got ****ed by him

What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness

Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your *****es

While I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures

So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers

Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+

Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life

But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right

Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nicca!

 

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