Canibus - Golden Terra Of Rap lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Ready on the right, ready on the left Ready on the firing line... [Busta Rhymes sample from "You Can't Hold the Torch":] Mu'f**ers better step up your bars! Mu'f**ers better step up your bars! Mu'f**ers better step up your bars! Mu'f**ers better step up your bars! [Chorus:] I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that Not specifically, jams in the park But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that Not specifically, jams in the park But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought [Verse 1:] Aiyyo DJ Premier on the boards Can-I-Bus, on the bars with the lyrical law Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cool to be kind And I'm a show you how I'm nice with mine Forced to start from scratch, to rhyme from the heart When I rap, lookin forward to not lookin back I spit supernatural, look out for the planet-sized shrapnel Rip The Jacker 'bout to get at you Rip and, seek and destroy the motherf**in beat mission The rugged rudeboy, Rasta on 'roids trippin Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot hip-hop design You don't understand stop tryin The hip hop conglomerate, we legends puttin it down You gotta honor it, f** the politics! The B2 bomb pilot, waitin for that long silence Then I was diagnosed with tinnitus The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I've been through n***a I wish it was that simple The master gunnery combatant blastin mixtape a**a**in Captain Cold Crush get it crackin Heat it up 'til the bones blacken My microphones double action I grab it, switch the automatic The savage spittin it rapid I ricochet 762 jackets Full medal gold plaque cla**ics [Chorus: Busta Rhymes sample] I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'f**ers better step up your bars!) Not specifically, jams in the park But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'f**ers better step up your bars!) Not specifically, jams in the park But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought [Verse 2:] The phonograph fascist, let's see who can reload fastest You chronograph still in the past tense Double shot gla** of absinthe, still spittin fantastic You a absent has-been, I'm still rappin The Roman gladiator clashin, chariots crashin Chest plate split in half with axes, blood splashin What you wan' speak about? Let's weed it out 'fore I turn into something somebody gotta be about If I feel the need for speed, do not freak out Armor upgrade beneath seat mount No seat belt, breath in, breath out, then lean out White phosphorus, smoke screen the whole street out Fire squad gotta reroute, SWAT team can't see now RPG launch out the tree house Got a casualty, tell me what the beef is about He don't wanna talk, let him bleed out, don't need him now PTSD MC, the kind you read about Turn the beat up Premier, this is how a beat sounds! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes sample] I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'f**ers better step up your bars!) Not specifically, jams in the park But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Mu'f**ers better step up your bars!) Not specifically, jams in the park But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought [Outro: Busta Rhymes sample] Mu'f**ers better step up your bars!