Lord Cyborg Canibus
"Lord Cyborg" by Canibus, released in 2000, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of technology, identity, and the fusion of man and machine. The lyrics reflect Canibus's intricate wordplay and philosophical musings, emphasizing the struggle between human consciousness and cybernetic existence. Its unique flow and complex rhyme schemes showcase Canibus's lyrical prowess, making it influential in underground rap circles.
[Verse 1]
Good morning, top of the day
I oxygenate with coffee and omelet steak, then I decarboxylate
Pull a stocking down over my face
Tuck that thing in the waist, meet you downstairs at the gate
They say the brown-tailed squirrel is entitled to less in this world
I find it hard to respect those words
Tonic subdominant dominant influence me to vocal the beat moderate
While still placing my voice on top of it
Are you a philosopher? Yes, I think very deeply
In fact, alkaline hydrolysis exists
When you come to terms with that, your blood will bе attacked
From biosludge in a vat and your world will collapse
Vampirеs want blood and pseudo-scientists want biosludge
Basic Instructions Before B.I.B.L.E. Club
The pillars of justice crushed to dust by a nigga with ‘musket
They handcuffed him 'cause he spit with substance
Ask around, he ain't nothin' to fuck with or be in love with
Them handcuffs is like titanium cufflinks
[Hook]
Verily, verily I say unto you
Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
[Verse 2]
Go 'head, claim that baggage, Delta Strike Force package
My drones over traffic ‘cause accidents to happen
You must be reading my mind, he a one man machine that rhyme
A baby Doberman eating at your spine
Beginning to feed off your insides
If I was you I wouldn't think twice, the main concern is to preserve life
If I was you? Play nice, bruh, don't be mean
I cried watching what happened to behind the scenes Gene
299 days later, I walked in the bodega
Wearing gold plated Ray-Ban Aviators
Rap don't prove you great, I show you how catastrophe taste
Throw battery acid in your face
The Lawnmower Man with motorized hands
My hydraulics crush hydrogen tanks and make a thug dance
No cap, I called Lord Cyborg on the map
He ain't no hip-hop cop, he got a badge for rap
308 *bbrrratt* unique angle of attack
That yellow-bellied rat just shot him in the back
Now you got a malfunctioning jetpack
In zero gravity, how the fuck you gon' get back?
Yo, send Black to go collect all his plaques
I never thought of that but I'ma have to go with, "No, thanks"
I got a certified postage letter from the globalists
On my dresser and I ain't gon' never open it
They want my Infinity tech
I signed an NDA with the Senator
14 years later we see the release of something suspiciously similar
They stole my shit, look at all them flows I spit
I'm multidisciplinary, yet nothing coulda prepared me
For what I experienced in the rap game summarily
Good morning, top of the day
I oxygenate with coffee and omelet steak, then I decarboxylate
Pull a stocking down over my face
Tuck that thing in the waist, meet you downstairs at the gate
They say the brown-tailed squirrel is entitled to less in this world
I find it hard to respect those words
Tonic subdominant dominant influence me to vocal the beat moderate
While still placing my voice on top of it
Are you a philosopher? Yes, I think very deeply
In fact, alkaline hydrolysis exists
When you come to terms with that, your blood will bе attacked
From biosludge in a vat and your world will collapse
Vampirеs want blood and pseudo-scientists want biosludge
Basic Instructions Before B.I.B.L.E. Club
The pillars of justice crushed to dust by a nigga with ‘musket
They handcuffed him 'cause he spit with substance
Ask around, he ain't nothin' to fuck with or be in love with
Them handcuffs is like titanium cufflinks
[Hook]
Verily, verily I say unto you
Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
[Verse 2]
Go 'head, claim that baggage, Delta Strike Force package
My drones over traffic ‘cause accidents to happen
You must be reading my mind, he a one man machine that rhyme
A baby Doberman eating at your spine
Beginning to feed off your insides
If I was you I wouldn't think twice, the main concern is to preserve life
If I was you? Play nice, bruh, don't be mean
I cried watching what happened to behind the scenes Gene
299 days later, I walked in the bodega
Wearing gold plated Ray-Ban Aviators
Rap don't prove you great, I show you how catastrophe taste
Throw battery acid in your face
The Lawnmower Man with motorized hands
My hydraulics crush hydrogen tanks and make a thug dance
No cap, I called Lord Cyborg on the map
He ain't no hip-hop cop, he got a badge for rap
308 *bbrrratt* unique angle of attack
That yellow-bellied rat just shot him in the back
Now you got a malfunctioning jetpack
In zero gravity, how the fuck you gon' get back?
Yo, send Black to go collect all his plaques
I never thought of that but I'ma have to go with, "No, thanks"
I got a certified postage letter from the globalists
On my dresser and I ain't gon' never open it
They want my Infinity tech
I signed an NDA with the Senator
14 years later we see the release of something suspiciously similar
They stole my shit, look at all them flows I spit
I'm multidisciplinary, yet nothing coulda prepared me
For what I experienced in the rap game summarily
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