Canibus - MagnifiCentric lyrics

(Canibus) Aiyo Hip Hop is hectic tell Centric to send Bis And if he can’t bring it back send Rip Canibus ‘MagnifiCentric’ on the offensive Beats bang you in the head ’til it’s bent and dented Spit a sentence too endless to defend against it One entrance no exit through the barbwire trenches Cyclone wire fences fire, f** a Second Amendment They might check it like they want my attention Activate all of your senses creating the template On some no return address sh**, like who the f** sent this I did, you don’t wanna know where I live The rhyme is inside your mind behind eyelids I spit third eye logic, my pupil couldn’t fit in your socket The robot prophet with IR Optics Dirty bars on the table, break three legs and a ankle The fourth leg was fractured by a nine degree angle (Chorus 4X: Canibus) You live by the illest, you die by the illest If it’s alive and it writes rhymes I can k** it (Canibus) I grind, I scramble, I put them both together and gramble Bag up the gram, separate the samples The goddamn truth this ain’t nothing to dance to My lyrics lynch you, give you something to hang to Your fans mourn, mumbling your song While the Son of Sam prepares for war My hands form ram horns Daddy ain’t to shabby he rarely rhymes badly Sadly he’s not too punchy, but still jabby Stick and move keep stepping, follow my reflection Demolition any n***a disrespecting the profession Better holster that weapon when you walk in this direction Is there ever enough protection? The quintessential question Unroll your maps I’ma show you where we at Pull a rhyme out the burlap and murder your raps You heard of that, my sandbag leak worser than that The cowboy going to church with a curve in his hat Chorus x4 (Canibus) Holding hands in the prayer booth Coupe ’45 on the strong side Dry cleaned suit, snub nose in the boot Get born again to go to war again Calling men, tell them start falling in Hip Hop must not fall again Chainsaw to the jaw, that’s where I’ma cut you Waterproof duffle, that’s where I’ma stuff you The rainforest jungle, that’s where I’ma dump you And God don’t love you so he ain’t gonna judge you They tell me, “Go to Hell”, I’m fire proof, f** you I trigger the explosives with an iPod Shuffle Gilly suit camo, gold ammo Barrel longer than a street lamppost, damn yo (Chorus x2)