Canibus - Gold & Bronze Magik lyrics

[Bronze Nazareth] They can't do sh** with me like a custom model Tyson A herd of wild bison trying to get that cake without the icing Can't stop the poison, empty gla** in intestine I'm destined to rest in the Sun, weed in the Westin Pulitzer Prize priceless verses is in the resting A new bible, witness tribal wars for block titles Vital organs stop, subtle Fiends like they're lions, when they get around the rock and huddle Undertake, bodies ungulate, under earthly underlays Unachieved summaries, no open warranties Cuz my flow is never broken like a pregnancy When I speak they'd rather see polluted clouds rain Hennessey Take you with no receipt like dope traffic currency Uninsured surgery when under my knife Some paid with a briefcase, some paid with their life My home sticks is Baghdad under U.S. plane strikes It's a useless vein tap with an empty syringe Injecting wind into the blood flow, sip ether and grim Smoke secrets from burning circles, sour diesel and singe The cloak, the grim reaper, creeping, sneaking, you in [Chorus 2X: sample from Bonnie Dobson "Milk and Honey"] Round and round, the burning circle All the seasons: one, two, and three [Copywrite] Yeah, I see it, yo, yo, uh-huh C-write, give it a little umph! Yeah, O dot Megahertz, you already know what it is Axe, inseminate the place, 614 Yeah, you know what they say? Behind my back they say he's very arrogant But they air they're inhaling in isn't there to sniff Dare to whiff and I'm tearing the air to get from where it is There's a chicken hailing and I'm tearing it through her pair of tits There's a kid, my fist is impaling him through his pair of ribs From a kamikaze, crazy bomber, drama like Shady's mama f**ing with b**hes ugly as Biggie's baby's mama And I stay, mismatched to the socks b**h laughed, said my name's dispatched to the cops Stitched patch on my crotch reads: "Kiss me I'm Irish" My click be the flyest, don't, excuse me, I'm biased But try us and lose the co*ky smile, who could stop me now? When I'm right on the money like the illumanti owl If I'm off a DJ mixed my accappella wrong Mozzarella's long enough to buy the rights to every Roc-a-fella song I'm lying, but not when I'm rhyming, my stock is hella long Too hot to mail a song, the mailman said he thought I mailed a bomb Rain, sleet, snow or hail, I'm smoking well Granted you'd think I was Spanish how wet I rolled an L To where they meet it, or see the chocha, I'm living la vida loca I'm Peter the chiba smoker, no reason to cease the dolja Breathing a leaf, Jesus, I've seen crows from beneath the roses That sweet aroma could wake Pete old cold from deepest coma But know the sk**s' on over k** until I reach the repear's quota Put him out of business then hire him for cheap to clean the sofa Ends with the bones of Barbosa, flow's well written No help given, I'm self-driven like a chauffer Still spitting that crazy sh**, you don't like it? You could s** a fat baby's dick while it's dad babysits [Chorus 2X] [Canibus] Melatonin Magic MC One, two and three... You are the reflection of an illusion, you do not exist What you feel is real, everything else is a script That they wrote for me, I hallucinate creepy crawlies Rhyming is a hobby, you can't even talk to me DJ's, radio stations, millions of listeners are prisoners Their salvation is not your business Canibus spit when Canibus wanna spit sh** Got that? Don't let me have to tell you again The western world is spiritually sterile, in great peril We in the concrete jungle, where they spank Abe with the metal I rhyme for the betterment of the culture I don't spit no hot sixteens for promotion Or corporate vultures who act like they own us Self-expression is our birthright, not a bonus Hip-hop can govern, come together and show the whole world something The voices of the not so beloved... [Chorus 2X] [Canibus] Melatonin Magic MC One, two and three... I spit it 'til I'm free This is lyrical law The golden flame turns the gold bars into bronze It draws upon magic from the stars This is one more storming of lyrical law If everything is in good order, I spit some more The moral of the story is this: don't get pissed Because your upbringing was strict, cuz life is a gift You've got food to eat, you've got teeth to eat it with Shoes on your feet, don't be conceited, be content Even when you lose, think about what you did to win If you did the best that you can, you did a good thing But you shouldn't smoke weed if you swim Don't buy a**ault rifles, don't fight dogs, don't hit your girlfriend Don't mix c**aine with unprescribed medicine And don't say it's over if you plan to do it again With that said, sleep tight tonight when you go to bed This is Public Service Announcement 2010 [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Canibus] The Melatonin Magik MC One, two and three... Come sit with me, come sit with me...