Canibus - 2 Ils lyrics

The difference between MCs and rappers Rapper's clocks count forward, MC's clocks count backwards I count down as I climb up the mountain of sound I see the ground but I have no use for it now So I carved my C into the ground, then free-fall into the clouds People are proud of this lyrical style You have no use for a crown when you're spiritually endowed Permission to walk the property? Not allowed to leave the grounds You are surrounded by darkness for thousands of miles The Sasquatch, how? all you got is rock salt rounds The bugle sounds, “Ouch”, get up, get out Three in, three out, Gestapo move house to house S.S. fresh Sharp Shooters, it's a twelve round bout Anyway that you wanna do it, I know it all sounds foolish But this is music to Anubis The keen ears of a jackal in the jaws of Judas, absolutely ruthless A mid-matured disappointment, no he's not don't be stupid And inconclusive to think he's only abusive to rap music The hubris of normal humans tryna' see through it Translucent future is magic mushroom kit acoustic You rocking with the two/too illest to spit Respect it if you feel the lyrics and you feelin' this sh** Stand beside 'em, nothing is superior to silence So much knowledge, the n***a's so modest My Hip-Hop forefathers tortured warmongers No more promise just show homage The parable about the coal and the diamond we heard all that before So stop it, this is Hip-Hop logic Sick to the bone, Bis still spitting like a n***a in his zone n***as think they spitting with a clone Captain Cold Crush rhyme with Frenchie the co-pilot ‘Bout to fly all out of this, if I crash it I'll salvage it Five point harness seat belt, how that g-force feel? Knowledge of self is an admission of guilt Yes I'm high, but altitude doesn't apply Don't ask why shamanism rhymes blind the naked eye Deliberately exaggerated fine, alarm clocks chime I took it all the way to the gold line Shoot the power in the rhymes The old head remembers how he used to be in his prime He was too ill then, and he's too ill now, so he don't want no ground Just a place to sit down so the homey can spit now Yo Frenchi, how it's going down? Show ‘em how Hold it down, Canibus'll be around, but you the future now