"Canibus - 2000 BC"



See my content is a mixture of Euler and Kandinsky,
muay thai with a fine ploy and a sixteen,
bars to a verse and the syllables spit,
I watch stars from the earth and considering this,
I adjust what is known as Keplerian laws,
to variant form orbiting celestial storms,
if destiny calls tell her Im away on a date,
with a razor, an ace of spades...
a mic-wireless type and Im hyped up spraying the place,
dyke-tough, i kick raps that can shave a grenade,
amazingly grace the bass with lucid delivery,
conclusively proves why I do this with imagery,
assume this divinity, in tune, prudent to wreck,
marooning your set, bombs drops, the ruler is ruling the deck,
any vet wanna threat, flex sixteen quicker and get wetted by this pristine spittter...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

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ak, I see you're stiLL holdin' it down in here . . nice one!

no cabs to Brooklyn!
xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

This shit is on point!

Really digging the mix of intelligence and nice syllables. The end line could of been a little bit tighter, but other wise I think the whole thing goes in.

Make mawfuckas get they wikipedia on with some of the vocab

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>See my content is a mixture of Euler and Kandinsky,
>muay thai with a fine ploy and a sixteen,
>bars to a verse and the syllables spit,
>I watch stars from the earth and considering this,
>I adjust what is known as Keplerian laws,
>to variant form orbiting celestial storms,
>if destiny calls tell her Im away on a date,
>with a razor, an ace of spades...
>a mic-wireless type and Im hyped up spraying the place,
>dyke-tough, i kick raps that can shave a grenade,
>amazingly grace the bass with lucid delivery,
>conclusively proves why I do this with imagery,
>assume this divinity, in tune, prudent to wreck,
>marooning your set, bombs drops, the ruler is ruling the
>deck,
>any vet wanna threat, flex sixteen quicker and get wetted by
>this pristine spittter...

Yes sir. Flow is on point!

any vet wanna threat, flex sixteen quicker and get wetted by
this pristine spittter...

Hold up .. My sixteen crisper…
than pleated slacks ….spit it like heated gats…
To the subconscious of the mentally inapt … im a cerebral threat…
Your secrets kept…
irrelevant ..devilish … against a flo so heavenly …
deadly ..this medley … pipe bombs … joggers ..
who challenge this marathon… armored ..with an arsenal… of barz …
Czar… I’ve scared …oppositions … this should be awkward …
But to prevent it .. you should fall back in the ranks .. and play your position..
Put your hand up to salute till im finished …
And be reminded …
when you threaten vets … you might get an S1 diamond …
you might get …murdered with ryhmin ….
A First 48 … on your plate….cold case …hit man for hire….

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A killer when the straits is dire….
Cake and pie supplier… the muffin man …
Gram &yams… I’m thanksgiving fam …
say “thanks” you living fam …
cause that mouth piece …bout to put you out here in these streets….
Where barz bust … and pens blam …
I’m talking like
With carz …trucks…big engines mang…
You leave with your barz tucked ..in fetal positions mang….
You should be awestruck …
Like awwwe shucks …. He still… for real… mang …
At 40 I’ll still dish these pills …and make you swallow ..
Zin ..that hard act to follow …

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Oh shit, Zin be back...


Leave you missing like pages in a swimsuit edition,
who you kidding? Scottie Pippin in the shadow of my living, call me Jordan...
Yea this is my city, you been looking for the matrix but you Fallen,
Optimus Prime your endorsements, your threat futile at best,
so few rhymes suggest your a lyrical threat slash nu style compressed,
back when shakeet and prolif was around,
you was forty drinking forties writing verses and now,
you still forty drinking forties writing verses for style?
switch ya shit up, raise your dick up, go and father a child,
pardon me, that was out line bro, but I'm compelled to spit what is in my arteries,
cause every line I write, I spit wholeheartedly,
every line you write is margarine, I cant believe its not butter,
Yea I came along way from g packs in the gutter,
uni educated put the team on my back, like my name was Gregg Jennings with a Superbowl catch,
soo woo motherfucker...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az