Indibisible

Canibus

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    [Canibus]
    I translate images over the distance
    Usually inflation premiss to the minus thirty-two second
    Back to the Canibus era
    My eponym is apparent
    Those who hear my efforts gotta give me the merit
    Off lyrics alone I'm a legend
    But I can't take credit, the English language was not my invention
    It's the way I put it together
    The incorrect English editor
    Can't nobody ever do it better
    People forget but the history will remember
    I plead guilty to the charge and accepted the sentence
    Let the records show I resisted under the pressure
    My short and precise to raise the measure

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    [Canibus]
    Hip-hop forever
    That's what I see when I look in the mirror
    Regardless of whether I'm not a bestseller
    I'm a first class spitter
    The literal literature ripper
    Painting pictures for intelligent listeners
    From any and all dispositions
    The fusion of what's written creates a fission called Canibus-ism
    The intellectual division of science and religion
    People waste their momentum trying to defend it
    All I do it put it to ink then put it to print
    See what you think, maybe I should speak to a shrink
    I could fix the way they look at the world
    They read all these books in a barrel
    But they can't think for themselves
    Self-contained, I'm all balls, belts and brains
    Muslim strong 'cause no one ever help Germaine

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    [Canibus]
    Observe the whole world's pain
    And tell me you ain't tired of brain
    The catholic faith will never be the same
    You could be put in chains 'cause you got a Muslim name
    Sent to Guantanamo Bay and tortured for days
    Man, I'd rather buy some land and grow and orchard of grapes
    Drink vegetable juice and stay away from steaks and shakes and snakes
    These rancid corporations is fake
    Nobody ever gives you what they already didn't take
    Invest the wake, you'll be broke till you break
    Man you learn to pick a lock you wanna open a gate
    I mimic hater like flight simulators in air bases
    Recovered from an adverted spinner, now I'm famous
    Those who respond to Rip the Jacker with hate
    Show poor taste and only exacerbate their fate
    MicClub.net, get it right motherfucker
    Get it right, get a mic

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    Composición: G. Williams

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