Lyrical Noir by Canibus
Gimme some more slack on this rope
I run your boney ass throat over in a zodiac boat
46 degrees north, 6 degrees east
The large hadron collider gave birth to a beast
That speaks, they quote my speech
Vocal motifs over dope beats, all lyricists know me!
That's why the industry's debunking my lyrics
With digital trunking equipment, they don't want you to
listen!
The ripper's language won't appeal to the masses
because they look past it
Only the masters know the seal of the scarab
Some humans are born average based off environmental
circumstances
You organic piece of shit, you substandard
But do not be embarrassed by your underdeveloped status
It's up to you to find the right questions and ask it
Research leads to results sometimes we find meaning
after
Other times they're just meaningless babblers
Don't believe these rappers, fake unbelievable bastards
Comet Elenin is coming straight at us, don't believe
NASA
Take matters into your own hands
Stop being slow and acting like hoes, get with the f-
cking program
Hip Hop is the greatest genre known to man
If we focus, the poetry is so advanced
We can overthrow any plan and control man
You got soul? Let's Jam! Lyrical Law I'm the Canibus
Man
What's the buying-minimum? 88 sales, program
And the number of stores, I don't care no more
This is Lyrical Law Noir hardcore raw Metaphors for you
and yours
You can't say you wasn't warned!
Thousands of bars, them dummies couldn't stomach my
bars
They rather conform, they throwing up their pompoms
You don't wanna wrestle with Armstrong
We sever blood vessels tryna mess with the God's poem
Damage any motherfucking beat that I rhyme on
Connect to the God's thoughts, project your iPod, I
grind hard
Intellectual hardboard, take it back to Hip Hop Star
Wars
Grunting like a pack of wild boars
Power source Lyrical Law my bomb squad full force
Call 'em off we got too much torque
Nitrous Oxide Bars pull a bull off course
Pitch fork to you neck just to prove I'm raw
Iron horse, smack DVD, battle rap boss
Slap you with the flat part of the sword, now you back
for more
Passing yourself off like a rap star
But you support whack bars that's why rap is lost �
fact!
You a cool j crack whore,
You snitch like police Labradors try'na sniff out
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