CLOAK-N-DAGGA NEVER RUN LYRICS

 
[Canibus]
Ten below, snow camo's, four commandos //
Standing in the snow practicing handthrows //
I put in a bulletproof straight jacket faced backwards //
In positions like that space matters //
Sit back and think, smoke rise from the vent //
After one solid attempt I polish the end //
The event horizon event, I stay behind five of the win //
I keep rhyming so I can see them again //
The verbal architect walk through Tibet catch ya breath //
We aint started marching yet, you in the company of honor vets //
I see more depth than Imhotep I see no death //
That's why I aint no hero yet //
Translate the text I throw scrolls you fetch //
My style is not even something unknown yet //
Initiate the pre-warmup, I walk up, who want what //
The metaphor rush with no shortcuts //
Search the boondocks for moon rocks //
Channel Zero playing out my boombox, looking at the lunar clock //
Rapidly map the galaxy, unlock reality //
With a six point star Allen key, travel with me //
The crew drink Buckaneer brew //
Buck you from a distance hit you if you're near too //
Snipe you with a rifle through the bright blue night view //
The hawks tooth is proof for what I might do //
Who the nigga with the small wrist talking shit //
Balling his fist, they call him Bis, why they all on his dick //
I got a hiphop badge, I don't like to flash //
Better talk slow homie, I don't type fast //

[Canibus]
We rock forever, turn forever into eight nevers //
Them niggas sell alot of records but they aint better //
We hire soldiers to blow you up for high explosives //
Make sure that you die unfocused //
The low level hum, African kettle drums //
Metal guns flash heat like the sun, rebels run //
On the 3-way, CIA speed trace my prepaid //
Might have enriched plutonium in three days //
Speak bars like retards with pink cars //
With a hand full of peach cobbler trying to //
The intellectual festival rhyme incredible //
Discharged on the medical the tour was terrible //
Don't touch my genitals, thank you general //
When you , my pen is a quill, my sense is to kill //
CnD reinvent the wheel, rhyme stand at attention til I them to chill //
Stand on the ledge of the hill, they kill before I tell them to kill //
I wire transfer the rest of the bill //
I give conjugal visits to my own lyrics //
Fuck what the beat sounds like the poem fits it //
Don't get it twisted Canibus is gettin jiggy with it //
I'm just dumbing it down for a minute //
I was deployed at 2-40 Bravo beach boy //
The hotel Hanoi decoy with a deep voice //
Stab a rap fiend with atrophine, then bring him back from the dream //
Then interact with the team //
Nuclear defense level 3, dancing with the devil and me //
I put some water on the kettle for tea //
Freestyle heats the coil, turn streets to soil //
Bluewater and beaches boil, laying on a blanket of foil //
Speecj is Royal, my saliva is like oil and I'm spoiled like Peter O'Boyle //