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Uhh, yeah |
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Professor Griff, Public Enemy number one |
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Minister of Information |
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[Canibus] |
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This is Melatonin Magik... |
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Sumerian, Chinese, Egyptian, Latin |
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Nobody can match Canibus when I'm rappin' (what happened?) |
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Captain Cold Crush get it crackin' |
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There's more than one person right now that's not laughin' |
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Splice microphones with unknown chromosomes |
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To discover the codes that controls the brain's frontal lobes |
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The pineal gland glows (go! go! go!) |
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Don't look back, I got ya back bro |
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He's a high profile target, code name Sergeant Armpits |
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He was Rakim Allah's first artist |
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Lemme bus' em; naw, I'mma punish 'em, Ra |
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I'mma show you how the mothafuckin' government lie |
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Got nothin' to do with pride, you must realize |
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Few of us will be alive by Solar Cycle 25 |
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I tried to look for solutions, there's not enough time |
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They won't be satisfied til every one of us die |
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Aight, calm the fuck down and listen to my rhymes |
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The only way that you can free yourself is your mind |
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First thing you gotta do is put the antagonism behind |
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Then you gotta put ya life on the line |
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The reward is great; the risk? Even greater |
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Fellowship can only make a Braveheart braver |
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Watch who you followin', watch who you praisin' |
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"Yes We Can" backwards is "Thank You Satan" |
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YES I'm Jamaican; YES I'm a patriot |
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NO I will not forsake you for a paycheck |
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YES this is victory, YES I can taste it |
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NO I'm not a Mason, I'm followin' my trainin' |
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They monitor my body functions from central London |
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My heart rate is thumpin', I suffer from numbness |
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A robot arm shoves the drugs in |
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My scrubs are disgustin' and sullen, I smell like cub skin |
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Funky, funky, funky odor; Bridgewater, South Dakota |
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My spit fizz like soda, I'm in a coma |
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In a pagoda, nurse make lovin' |
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Says she wouldn't fuck me if I was her husband |
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Don't trust the bitch |
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I'm in a warehouse alone |
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I hear doors open and close, |
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No phone, no intercom controls |
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Wouldn't matter anyway I'm in a paranormal zone |
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Goose bumps grow, I could hear a few ghosts moan |
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I'm a mastermind, tryin' to amplify the frequency of the rhyme |
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So I can learn to fly |
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So yeah, fuck a punchline |
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I'm past that prime, that's not a crime |
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So go find somebody else to dick ride |
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Focus on the truth, its long overdue |
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It woulda never happened if I told you what I wanted to do |
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The Inconvenient Truth is a convenient 2-0-1-2 |
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Solar cycle 24 commin' soon |
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I promise you Canibus achieved the impossible |
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It's only logical its time for the truth |
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Whether I'm gonna be around to witness it or not |
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I spit this shit for hip-hop |
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Twitter niggas type their hype they write "Canibus smash the mic" |
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Cause you cant blackball the light |
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They know my hands always been tied |
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You call that a fight? |
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Give me the mic I call in an Airstrike |
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Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
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There's some things in this world that money can't buy |
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Respect, honor, fuck it, it's all corrupted |
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The media can not be trusted |
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You shouldn't need a budget, to rep hip-hop |
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You don't have to suck dick just to get your shot |
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Just work with what you got |
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Don't be a robot, be humans |
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Influenced by hip-hop music |
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It ain't nothin' like |
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It ain't nothin' like |
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It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music |
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It ain't nothin' like |
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It ain't nothin' like |
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It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music |
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50 plus bars is some new shit |
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Its called Melatonin Magik and music |
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50 plus bars is some new shit |
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Its called Melatonin Magik and music |
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No bullshit |
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Take it back to 1997 exclusive clue shit |
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The most intrusive MC in hip-hop music |
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Lyrically you can't do shit |