Pro the Leader - Rap Catacombs lyrics

[Intro: Canibus] Hip Hop is not dead It's just going through a little recession like Canibus said He plans to fix it all with no less than 10,000 Bars If he is wrong he will write more [Verse 1: Pro the Leader] From the cradle to the grave, sacrifices have been made Can't accept the fact that I'm going back to my old ways Choices have been made, hoist the mic from the cave Catacombs of Hip Hop, throwing grenades It was a teamer, don't make me tell you twice Like a child's room that needs to be cleaned up On a going like a fiend fiended up, amplified sound waves That'll shatter barricade, your dreams crushed ___ or you're free from the cut Like your favourite super villains in comic books _____ From the sea to the lairs and the pyramids in Egypt Legions legit, nothing you say is legitimate Not even just a little bit Leave you riddle with verses, you are __ for a purpose Cautious of cause it's back to the laboratory More stories bone chilling episodes mystical Off into the mist he goes, show him how to rip a flow My position is pivotal, listen to the lyrical academy You can't take the humanity out of me Study my anatomy, you couldn't find someone to challenge me It certainly, ____ someone better to challenge me Shout it adamantly, ___ they mad at me Check it, the floor beneath you is collapsing, lapsing [Verse 2: Holocaust] I have returned from the dark side, battle wound The position of the stone point embedded in his right hip Sons of the skeleton man was hit From a**ailant from the front throwing his spear from many yards away lit The bone grew back later they say So the attack was not fatal we know today Creaky joints were tomato, the vultures stay Early arthritis in both knees was probably the result of a lifetime of squatting and kneeling ___ could score some resemblance of feeling, prehistoric way The lowest point of America's in d**h Valley 282 feet and 36 metres below sea level You live in the house of the Devil, the shovel The territory might have been embezzled I go blind until I stop searching, continue to destroy May God help you all, land ahoy [Verse 3: ] Poet from a battleship, written like a hieroglyph..... [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] So me make hits like batter up I max out like state property Black teeth Practice being awake Til the tree bunr me [Verse 5: Canibus] I be the first one to spit since I started it off I drank a six pack of Bud Light and farted it off The world is my fruit, I squeeze it for juice And as soon as the beat loop I lock, load and shoot Enemies of your enemy are your friends But you will pay a stiff penalty for being friends with your enemy again Ultimogeniture, as Hip-Hop's only known senator Spit a better verse publishing editor Success of dead creditor, et cetera, et cetera Kneel before the emperor but k** him if he ever front Beyond the Universe and back, you'll collapse When I'm done with that, years after I'm done with rap Subjugated to the mind and the energy that creates it A space body in time is naked Do not mess up when you verse your rhyme Or you will be circumcised, your foreskin will look worse than mine Mess up when you verse your rhymes and you will be circumcised And given a slice of dingleberry pie Mess up when you verse your rhymes and you will be circumcised Your mind will be buried alive [Outro: Canibus] So get on your job and spit more rhymes motherf**er