[Intro: Canibus]
Yeah...
This is what I call an intro mixed with a sick flow
This is for Fatol, here it go, yo
[Verse 1: Canibus]
My after midnight flow is a fright show
Where MCs try to battle to see if they might blow
Uncovered the hidden scrolls, From the days of old
When all lyricist were bold an spoke from the soul
Modality outside the womb was changed
When I was exhumed, it will change once again soon
I let go- My pen writes free of any grip
Spit lyrics- My soul feels free of any sin
Emcee's recycled for redistribution
Only the illest will still release new music
Canibus, Fatol, angels of death that chase you
Catch you before you can catch breath
Split personality, spit pulsive at best
Impulsive on the set, I am the Lord of Finesse
The Garrison park leads to my gallery of art
Following flattery of sloth before we battle in the dark
Whatever your fate, Frequency 528
Is the repair frequency for the damaged DNA
Holy water make me spit harder, cluster water make me rip harder
Structure water help me outspit the Father
Author, Poor Pauper on it, put you through the hip-hop gauntlet
You will never recover from the torment
Spin Black August an white carcass
Photographers snap shots of bright orbs and objects in Earths orbit
You poor son of a bitch, You rhyme like the son of Canibus
This is my underground analysist
The Impact causes rapper paralysis
Let me ask you this, on the average, how many bars you spit?
I'll tell you this, I spit enough bars
To afford a small log cabin overlooking Rippers Rivers Fall
I still spit for the Gods, an give it my all
No matter whoes here, no matter whoes gone it lives on
We build to become strong, I stand on the top of the Trilithon
An encourage you spit a million bars
Step up to the task, send details fast
Through E-Mail blasts, While I telepathically telecast
To each and every MC who ever spit a rap
Brace yourself for the impact
Captain Cold Crush get busy on the track
Brace yourself for the impact
Yeah...
This is what I call an intro mixed with a sick flow
This is for Fatol, here it go, yo
[Verse 1: Canibus]
My after midnight flow is a fright show
Where MCs try to battle to see if they might blow
Uncovered the hidden scrolls, From the days of old
When all lyricist were bold an spoke from the soul
Modality outside the womb was changed
When I was exhumed, it will change once again soon
I let go- My pen writes free of any grip
Spit lyrics- My soul feels free of any sin
Emcee's recycled for redistribution
Only the illest will still release new music
Canibus, Fatol, angels of death that chase you
Catch you before you can catch breath
Split personality, spit pulsive at best
Impulsive on the set, I am the Lord of Finesse
The Garrison park leads to my gallery of art
Following flattery of sloth before we battle in the dark
Whatever your fate, Frequency 528
Is the repair frequency for the damaged DNA
Holy water make me spit harder, cluster water make me rip harder
Structure water help me outspit the Father
Author, Poor Pauper on it, put you through the hip-hop gauntlet
You will never recover from the torment
Spin Black August an white carcass
Photographers snap shots of bright orbs and objects in Earths orbit
You poor son of a bitch, You rhyme like the son of Canibus
This is my underground analysist
The Impact causes rapper paralysis
Let me ask you this, on the average, how many bars you spit?
I'll tell you this, I spit enough bars
To afford a small log cabin overlooking Rippers Rivers Fall
I still spit for the Gods, an give it my all
No matter whoes here, no matter whoes gone it lives on
We build to become strong, I stand on the top of the Trilithon
An encourage you spit a million bars
Step up to the task, send details fast
Through E-Mail blasts, While I telepathically telecast
To each and every MC who ever spit a rap
Brace yourself for the impact
Captain Cold Crush get busy on the track
Brace yourself for the impact
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