(Canibus)
Ten below, snow camo's, four commandos
Standing in the snow practicing handthrows
I put in a bulletproof straight jacket faced backwards
In positions like that space matters
Sit back and think, smoke rise from the vent
After one solid attempt I polish the end
The event horizon event, I stay behind five of the win
I keep rhyming so I can see them again
The verbal architect walk through Tibet catch ya breath
We ain't started marching yet, you in the company of honor vets
I see more depth than Imhotep I see no death
That's why I ain't no hero yet
Translate the text I throw scrolls you fetch
My style is not even something unknown yet
Initiate the pre-warmup, I walk up, who want what
The metaphor rush with no shortcuts
Search the boondocks for moon rocks
Channel Zero playing out my boombox, looking at the lunar clock
Rapidly map the galaxy, unlock reality
With a six point star Allen key, travel with me
The crew drink Buckaneer brew
Buck you from a distance hit you if you're near too
Snipe you with a rifle through the bright blue night view
The hawks tooth is proof for what I might do
Who the nigga with the small wrist talking shit
Balling his fist, they call him Bis, why they all on his dick
I got a hiphop badge, I don't like to flash
Better talk slow homie, I don't type fast
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