ALL CLAP CANIBUS LYRICS

 
Armadillo skin folds, lockjaw like a pit bull //
On full moon, man switch to wolf //
Full proof verse from Hell to Turnbridge Wells //
You never seen an emcee do it this well //
Everyday we battle at Saint Germaine's Chapel //
But it's practical, I'll smash you and nobody laughs at you //
The Ripper rip you up, drag you behind the basilica //
They find drugs, lyrics and blood, I hit you up //
Lonely heart, vocal throwing dart oligarch //
Creates art from an upstate New York motor park //
And won't get off his high horse to come talk unless it's important //
And it could cause a spark, but it's dark so he stays dormant //
You don't want it, you just act like it //
Your style ain't flawless you just rap like it //
I'm level 3-A like Curtis LeMay //
The Blackhawk bird of prey with superb taste //
I re-inject my blood to give me a buzz //
Then I re-inject the buzz, blow out your earplugs //
Scrub your eardrums, suck the air out of your lungs //
You combust in a vacuum of solar flare from the Sun //
I walk through a gistalt of thought to the sound of a harp //
From afar playing the notes I was taught //
I was caught, shackled, sold, re-bought //
Global mind forced to restart, my rhymes skipped forward //
The HRH of time and space //
And rhymes through the bars, my lines displace //
Concentrate, mitigate concrete debate //
Great, how I create what you hired me to make //
Extrapolate, update rap to rapid rate //
Fans hate it 'cause I can't practice everyday //
Numismatic treasure chest stashed in the attic //
Spondulix in exchange for the musical magic //
With two tablets placed on the cabinet, I wonder who will grab it? //
If no one does, I'll have it //
Both lobes connected, flow been perfected //
Whatever method, select it, let's spit //
Incredulous lyrics, the breath of life spreading through the spirit //
Hip-Hop never knew what hit it //
Stubby beard, chubby skin under the hair //
I spent my wonder years carrying nothing but guns and gear //
With a focused rap flow, tongue snap like a hybrid bow//
My quotes end up inside your throat //
Respect for Hip-Hop balance the Biosphere //
But I've been there before so why go there? //
I soar through the air, my clarity so clear //
That my Dali Lama prayer give me cauliflower ears //
I've been rhyming for years //
Climbing the monastery stairs being involuntarily prepared //
Spit, feed the faith, quarry bait with a mixtape //
The release date will make you shit-faced //
I spit till your ears break, slam on the airbrakes //
Spit smears your face and restricts your airspace //
Stereoscopic Aerial Objects //
I seen up close but I ain't got no comment //
Beneath curvaceous gable and dark thatch //
You experience the art called DARK RAP //