beat butcher get em'
Singer:canibus
even when the d-boy system not coastin
you hear my spoken better than when rae lost his focus
crystalized opiate to victimize opponents
with addictive lines coated in
snares and some solar hits
motive is to sew up in ya
transcontinental conniseurs of the art of war
knockin off non-essential artists which ya shoppin for
the buck stops when i step in the voicebox
and unload bars like they're several joy shots
and i'ma get to sleep stalkin
that'll surely be your last at your burial grounds
is lettin off 'til several squads is deaded and weakened
or probably beheaded and beaten
started like before i parted i settled in eden
but evolved over the course of time
more was just forced to fall off course for the shine
most sound like nothin like after me
track murdered the graveyard's bustin at the seams
like a nug out of the bag of the trees
your rhymes sound like rotten to me
when i die and collapse the whole sky'll dissolve
and i fight for the cause
you should say my name first when describin the boss
put up your laptop break the boombox plug your infantry your ipod
or rockin up in the streets with krylon
its been watered down like
tick tock me wavin the timebomb
blowin it up so it don't die off
that's why i'm on the job with balls to supercharge your ions
i be the icon you read about in multiple
still open the third eye like i'm a cyclops
i memorize entire rhyme blogs
but many just get sunk like a battleship
and missin a bunch of requirements like an asterisk
fact or fiction i can't tell the difference when half of these rappers spit
i bet they don't even know what the meaning of whackness is
you actually think you're good
your talent is absent kid
i guess them folks won't ever be dope no matter how much they practice it
illy inject the game with passion
puttin an end to the abstinence
there's so many things for you to fathom but for now it's class dismissed
keep it real recognize the skills over the beat
don't shine your boots up
you can't rhyme like this
unless you rhymin with us
fuck the questions~! find out for yourself
you got to find out who you help
even if you got a mic in your grill
you wanna sell? it's got nothin to do with bein ill
i rock bells with a glass of water and a melatonin pill
put your soul into a spell
the universe movin at a pace
perhaps it'll all be revealed
for me this all happened because of a record deal
this happened because of what you all feel
and now nobody can copy me
you pay homage to me electronically
one out of three speak about they flawed philosophies
that is the cause of all hypocrisy
we are livin in the garden of technocracy
what's the weight of a light beam? ask killah priest
he gon' tell you that your soul is not ready to be released
i'm a king with a slave's pair of feet
i walk around hooded in the streets
the djinn creep lookin for beef
they lookin for the emcees with the invisible speech
so do not even look up at what you are beneath
just stare straight ahead and pretend you're on the beach
my breathing becomes labored after they shock me with a taser
i fell to my knees then they shot me with a laser
one thousand bar street pusher like that
metal drones with payload attachments
shoot me in the head 'til i stop rappin
one day i'm a show you what we all made
the cell phone got too much static
melatonin magik is now trackin all known air traffic
the heart of your soul is in the planet
turn your face to the left you maggot
don't look at me unless you want a challenge
melatonin magik for minds like mines