Canibus

Canibus - The Goetia lyrics

(Ergonomical)

[Sample:]

"And this variation of analogy of working that comes from

On this idea that they were created on the Earth

These giants were created by the natural themselves

They can manifest.."

[Chorus:]

Nothin' to prove, nothin' to lose

Can-I-Bus - bussin' in the booth

Straight out +The Goetia+ to eat ya

This is the fire breather

Nothin' to prove, nothin' to lose

Can-I-Bus and Mic Club - bussin' in the booth

[Canibus:]

Microphone check one-two, you know what it is

Can-I-Bus, still gettin' biz

Rip mics, gas molecules emit light

I bring delta T.C. squared to the fistfight

First, I developed the fence

Then negotiate disarmament from the other side of the fence

Hence, the tetrahedron is a prison for a four-headed demon

I weaken, every time I see him

Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleedin'

I create Hip-Hop but don't need it

I turn my back on rap like God turned his back on Eden

To return like Cat Stevens

For those who believe it, I live it, I breathe it

I smash mics to pieces, that's the secret

I cannot fail, I rock bells

On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale

Any artist can turn a garden to a desert

But can he turn a desert to a garden?

That's where I come in, runnin', straight gunnin'

Ready to punish, nigga I don't budge one inch

Fuck it, double the budget

Niggaz turned Hip-Hop to somethin' it wasn't

Made it hard to love it

So I come back to conquer with a monster mantra

My spiritual father is Swami Vivekananda

Rhymes promote freedom, stabilize the region

Think for yourselves, it's just like breathin'

The departed Hip-Hop artist regardin' the condition of the carnage

Dead farmers I already saw it

Back to the army, back to pituitary

Back to the heartbeat, off-beat on a dark street

Comfy, aggressive assistive trainin'

Hajji somewhere waitin', one minute remainin'

Satellites counter locatin', the bloodbath begins bathin'

We both believe we're fightin' Satan

'Cause we both got the same God, who accepts the same sacrifice

Blood, tears, life, fine picks and trowels are real

I was holdin' a weapon when I was overpowered, there was no album

Thirty-minute sessions cleanin' weapons askin' myself questions

About what happened last mission, Radiation isolation

I'ma asshole but I'm patient for a nurse with nice shaped tits

I'm a poet, my house is a palace

A small cavernous passage, darker than the Catacombs of Paris

Chateau de Canibus, Saint Germaine sadomasochist

I don't use chains to trap a bitch

Don't get distracted, repeat your rap's schematic

Over and over until it's automatic

My body is a machine, machines need fuel

Two gastro-nasal tubes, feed me smoothie food

The recluse clearly produced the abstract schematic

You can use over a glass of fresh-squeezed pear juice

Right side paralyzed above the waist

Below the waist the left side paralyzed, this a unique case

It's a challenge to rhyme great, lost weight

Lost sense of smell and taste, wastin' away payin' attention to space

Sayin' "wait!" open the gate, rusty screwers reverberate

Through the deserted desolate space of this purgative place

Grimoires and metaphor law, make your skin crawl

Nothin' to prove, this is lyrical law

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