Vitruvian Canman

Canibus

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    [Canibus]
    Yo, even when I rhyme slow
    My lyrics move at a high rate of speed cause they comin down slow
    My pantheon stands beyond songs, beyond the norm
    I've managed to draw the sihlouette of God
    Connect the dots with stars 'til my C forms
    in the shape of a deep sea prawn, go to the store
    Grab the CD without tongs or gloves on
    And see if it don't barbecue your palms and arms
    Ambience have a seance in the garden of Eve
    I'm a God, a gardener, a guardian of trees
    Banana clips and the spliff is all I'ma need
    I'ma inhale and exhale as long as I breathe
    Turn the mic on, I'ma torment the beat
    Tear the club down with a warning to leave
    Snit snow in the sauna, up to my knees
    Conduct business with broads that fuck for the queen
    Givin angels anal through halos
    Cause the skinny nigga in the seude gold say so
    I'm a pimp with a payroll, tryin to get paid
    Worldwide, I'm thinkin 'bout hirin some gays
    I pace back and forth like a lion in a cage
    Goin out in a blaze, call the fire brigade
    This is Canibus nigga, fuck what you heard about the name
    Niggaz know the steez, I tear mics out the frame
    Who wanna be famous, who's the brainless ignoramus
    Tryin to go against my steel stainless, I train for this
    How the fuck you gon' be grimy? Your guns is tiny
    Kill me you gotta deal with a batallion behind me
    In the center of the circle I stand as the Virtuvian Man
    I'm the illest, truly I am
    I unzip my own flesh and step out my skin
    Let you observe my inner being, it's a beautiful thing
    The intensity in the eyes, the reflection in the rhymes
    Microscopes couldn't find the depths of my design
    Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
    Sometimes I rhyme so long, the listeners quit
    This the template real MC's should abide by
    Let me wipe the mucus out the side of your mind's eye
    Singlehandedly carried the torch for ten years
    With a trojan horse techinque, that modern man feared
    And I never lost a battle motherfucker don't front
    Maybe on the 32nd day of the 13th month, CHUMP!

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