Canibus - 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 n***a you know in the year two triple-oh Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat Drain your carca** dry rip out your heart b**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 n***a 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 pa** through my intestines So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? Is a f**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 n***as 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, n***as 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 n***a Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme Chorus: repeat 4X I'll pray on them, spray on them First n***a 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 n***az 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** House of Blues, I rocked it One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb sh** Synagogue, yeah I be there Caribbean City, roll deep there Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there there there {*fades out*}