Chaos

[Canibus]
Yo yo yo //
Now ain’t nobody fucking with the mastermind //
I’m like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified //
Nikola Tesla and John Von Neumann //
All wrapped up in the body of one human //
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest //
I blind the optic fibers in anybody’s iris //
When it comes to rapping, I’ll smash your ass //
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon //
I’ll smack you wit a backhand //
That crack your back like chiropractors after looking at your CAT scan //
In between albums, I’ve become a masked man like Batman //
And stalk my own rap fans //
I’m like a madman fighting a war //
Throwing lightning-rods, swinging lightning-swords //
Blow you away wit a force that’ll leave your body lost //
Gone, nothing to mourn, nothing to do a autopsy on //
I rock till I can’t rock no more //
’Til I can’t get no motha fucking props no more //
’Til they boo me on stage when I’m out on tour
’Til 2000 B.C. ain’t hot no more //
I’m a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grinding //
Claws rip through walls of cast iron //
I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shooting //
I clap iron like Duke Nukem //
Try to attack ’Bis, you get your face stomped //
Flatter than a compact disc with black Timbs //
Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim //
Flatter than the knife Jigga stabbed UN with //
[Canibus]
If you the first nigga that laugh //
I’ll blow you in half //
The first nigga to talk trash //
I’ma blow you in half //
The first nigga to show your ass //
I’ll blow you in half //
The first time’ll be your last //
’Cause I’ma blow you in half //
[Canibus]
Yo, check it //
I destroy your whole city block when I’m ready to rock //
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not //
Magnetically energy popping gates of radio waves //
Oscillate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape //
Manipulating space in large proportions //
Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talking //
About shit like supernatural forces //
Gnomes and theories and Superstring theories //
Most of you motha fuckers barely //
Even understand the English language, much less think clearly //
When I die, will I go to heaven or hell? //
Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen belt? //
I researched my roots, looking for proof //
The best place to hide a lie is between two truths //
The aftermath of a nuclear blast //
Where the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph //
I dig a five by nine rectangle in the grass //
Read your epitaph and bury your ass //
As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly //
I’ll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke //
[Canibus]
If you the first nigga that laugh //
I’ll blow you in half //
The first nigga to talk trash //
I’ma blow you in half //
The first nigga to show your ass //
I’ll blow you in half //
The first time’ll be your last //
’Cause I’ma blow you in half //
If you the first nigga that laugh //
I’ll blow you in half //
The first nigga to talk trash //
I’ma blow you in half //
The first nigga to show your ass //
I’ll blow you in half //
The first time’ll be your last //
’Cause I’ma blow you in half //