Canibus The Fusion Centre lyrics

The Fusion Centre by Canibus

The Fusion Centre lyrics

I isolate a regime that works twice the pace of your team 
These Jedi mind tricks are no dream 

Kill code receive you do not need to know what you need 
You will be uplinked to the feed 

The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Jermaine 
Holding an oil lamp with a purple flame 

Shuffling down a dark corridor chasing the voice of the orator 
The light brightens more and more 

Your muscles tight and sore you fall to waist height then crawl 
As you are forced to recite bars from Ars Notoria 

What is the origin metaphoric euphoria lobotomize the audience rap music 
Recruited those who refuse it will be uprooted then electrocuted 

Then executed flesh is fluid physically it's a stretch to do it 
You wake up cold wet and wounded playing my music 

The strong believe in me the weak try to weaken me 
They are not allowed to speak to me that easily 

The fans get neglected can't get they favorite record 
They only get to hear what's selected not requested 

They are wasting your time just think about that 
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap 

Wisely worded speech frame and technique and thermal heat 
Bridges the verbal to the beat providing earth for your feet 

I rip granite the universe shaped like this planet 
Nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged 

Virtuoso Vivaldi Aliester Crowley with a baldy flow 
Flawlessly cathedral halls applaud me 

Red 3 delta they call me in the red army armory talking softly walking 
Calmly the officer saw me cursing at the bastard commy pass the salami 

Rhyming offbeat they poured me caffeine not coffee 

You'll never hear nothing as evil 
As this I carry desert eagles into the cathedral and lick 

My people are sick your people unbelievably bitch 
In Mogadishu counting money inconceivably rich 

A feverish pitch I'll hit you so you bleed where you piss 
I feel sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis 

I see thru the mist I see you faggots weak in the wrist 
I ain't rapping no more Pazienza speak with the fists 

I see the abyss but I ain't going there no more 
I'm too old so I ain't licking in the air no more 

Ayo 'bis who these motherfuckers that's thinking it's war 
In '88 the only white boy spitting it raw 

I kicked in the door I spoke on metaphysics in awe 
But they was too stupid to understand the vision involved 

I wish that we all had platinum that could christen the wall 
But I'm a ride for you regardless if its business involved