| 歌曲 | Merchant Of Metaphors |
| 歌手 | Canibus |
| 专辑 | Golden Terra of Rap |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:04.65] | I need a jet stream pattern assessment, go get it |
| [00:07.47] | And tell me the direction that the fuel tank is headed |
| [00:09.93] | Scram jet packs straps attached to my back |
| [00:12.30] | Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax |
| [00:15.00] | Call sign Tom Cat, master ace of aerial combat |
| [00:18.09] | I double-time out to the tarmac |
| [00:19.86] | Fog covers the launch pad |
| [00:22.14] | Order ATC to fall back, but maintain visual contacts |
| [00:24.84] | Switch to radar, innovation navigational star map |
| [00:27.99] | I won't need to travel beyond that |
| [00:29.70] | My jet contrails so long that, |
| [00:31.68] | It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD |
| [00:34.77] | Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back |
| [00:37.20] | To fast track to the lunar surface's dark patch |
| [00:39.63] | The darkest part of the Moon where ISS2 was parked at |
| [00:42.60] | Inside onyx black alien artifacts |
| [00:44.76] | Well guarded in the event of a chartered attack |
| [00:47.40] | The outpost is nothing more than a trap |
| [00:49.26] | The red planet approach close, I know perigee and impact |
| [00:52.41] | Phobos is controlled by the Dracs |
| [00:54.39] | Deimos is the most underrated of the pack |
| [00:56.79] | It decimates NEA's more than double its mass |
| [00:59.16] | A solar max melts polar caps |
| [01:01.02] | I notice that think tanks with closed minds miss unknown facts |
| [01:04.26] | Satellites track and match the stats, statistics start to stack |
| [01:07.38] | I'm a man of science, not rap |
| [01:09.24] | With actionable impulse to act when I can’t relax |
| [01:12.27] | I work hard but play harder in fact |
| [01:14.01] | My rose garden attracts rats, |
| [01:15.60] | I sit back and listen to jazz and smoke hash in a mineral bath |
| [01:18.96] | I meditate, slightly awake, the moon rays interpermeate my physical state |
| [01:23.01] | I gaze into space |
| [01:24.18] | The light waves race and shift shape, colors escape |
| [01:27.00] | I concentrate on eight frequency rates |
| [01:28.89] | The body begins to numb as the spirit elevates |
| [01:31.47] | But wait, I’m interrupted by a buzzer at my front gate |
| [01:34.20] | Closed circuit surveillance showed me a face |
| [01:36.21] | How entertaining, special agents came to visit my estate |
| [01:38.67] | “Miss Moneypenny, bring me a plate, a cup of tea, and my terry-cloth robe, |
| [01:42.15] | Then show them in to me, I’ll wait” |
| [01:43.71] | He walked in with a blank face, I calmly remarked, “You’re late” |
| [01:46.89] | He responded with a strong handshake |
| [01:48.72] | Miss Moneypenny returned with eggs and pancakes |
| [01:51.42] | I offered them a seat, standing up, looked so out of place |
| [01:54.15] | He kindly obliged, but the other two continued to stand |
| [01:56.73] | Folded their hands, and gave me the nod |
| [01:58.59] | The silence was so profound, that even soft sound seems loud |
| [02:01.86] | With ambient music in the background |
| [02:03.75] | I slurped when I sipped my tea, it was hot |
| [02:06.30] | I chomped when I chewed my chow, it was not |
| [02:08.64] | In slow motion the silence was broken, you could hear a pin drop |
| [02:11.55] | He said, “You cannot save Hip Hop” |
| [02:13.47] | I said why not? I sold mixtapes to buy stock |
| [02:16.02] | I’ve been researching and developing a spitbox |
| [02:18.51] | Rap is deeply rooted in the music generation |
| [02:21.00] | I can prove it, but it doesn’t constitute publication |
| [02:23.61] | I swear the Great Bear entered the Dragon’s Lair |
| [02:25.95] | I was there in the center of St. Petersburg Square |
| [02:28.53] | Assigned as a silent observer, but I witnessed a murder |
| [02:31.32] | Took a picture of the body and a burner |
| [02:33.36] | Circa the time, you called me from Burma |
| [02:35.31] | In Port Charlotte Florida, say you were in a coastal corridor |
| [02:38.37] | And that’s what you call help? |
| [02:39.81] | Eight months of Camp Kill Ya’ Self couldn’t rehabilitate what I felt |
| [02:43.41] | And now, here you are, in my backyard |
| [02:45.60] | Accusing me for being an outlaw for my bars? |
| [02:48.18] | I ain’t got nothing for ya, I’ll call my controller, |
| [02:50.79] | You call your employers, they can talk to my lawyers |
| [02:53.28] | He got up, and turned his back on me and said, “I’ll be back homie” |
| [02:56.70] | I said you better bring an army |
| [02:58.17] | He said, “You don’t want war” |
| [02:59.58] | I called Moneypenny on the intercom and said, “Baby, show them to the door” |
| [03:03.48] | To be continued, stay tuned for more |
| [03:05.37] | Secret dialogue from the Merchant of Metaphors… |
| [00:04.65] | I need a jet stream pattern assessment, go get it |
| [00:07.47] | And tell me the direction that the fuel tank is headed |
| [00:09.93] | Scram jet packs straps attached to my back |
| [00:12.30] | Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax |
| [00:15.00] | Call sign Tom Cat, master ace of aerial combat |
| [00:18.09] | I doubletime out to the tarmac |
| [00:19.86] | Fog covers the launch pad |
| [00:22.14] | Order ATC to fall back, but maintain visual contacts |
| [00:24.84] | Switch to radar, innovation navigational star map |
| [00:27.99] | I won' t need to travel beyond that |
| [00:29.70] | My jet contrails so long that, |
| [00:31.68] | It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD |
| [00:34.77] | Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back |
| [00:37.20] | To fast track to the lunar surface' s dark patch |
| [00:39.63] | The darkest part of the Moon where ISS2 was parked at |
| [00:42.60] | Inside onyx black alien artifacts |
| [00:44.76] | Well guarded in the event of a chartered attack |
| [00:47.40] | The outpost is nothing more than a trap |
| [00:49.26] | The red planet approach close, I know perigee and impact |
| [00:52.41] | Phobos is controlled by the Dracs |
| [00:54.39] | Deimos is the most underrated of the pack |
| [00:56.79] | It decimates NEA' s more than double its mass |
| [00:59.16] | A solar max melts polar caps |
| [01:01.02] | I notice that think tanks with closed minds miss unknown facts |
| [01:04.26] | Satellites track and match the stats, statistics start to stack |
| [01:07.38] | I' m a man of science, not rap |
| [01:09.24] | With actionable impulse to act when I can' t relax |
| [01:12.27] | I work hard but play harder in fact |
| [01:14.01] | My rose garden attracts rats, |
| [01:15.60] | I sit back and listen to jazz and smoke hash in a mineral bath |
| [01:18.96] | I meditate, slightly awake, the moon rays interpermeate my physical state |
| [01:23.01] | I gaze into space |
| [01:24.18] | The light waves race and shift shape, colors escape |
| [01:27.00] | I concentrate on eight frequency rates |
| [01:28.89] | The body begins to numb as the spirit elevates |
| [01:31.47] | But wait, I' m interrupted by a buzzer at my front gate |
| [01:34.20] | Closed circuit surveillance showed me a face |
| [01:36.21] | How entertaining, special agents came to visit my estate |
| [01:38.67] | " Miss Moneypenny, bring me a plate, a cup of tea, and my terrycloth robe, |
| [01:42.15] | Then show them in to me, I' ll wait" |
| [01:43.71] | He walked in with a blank face, I calmly remarked, " You' re late" |
| [01:46.89] | He responded with a strong handshake |
| [01:48.72] | Miss Moneypenny returned with eggs and pancakes |
| [01:51.42] | I offered them a seat, standing up, looked so out of place |
| [01:54.15] | He kindly obliged, but the other two continued to stand |
| [01:56.73] | Folded their hands, and gave me the nod |
| [01:58.59] | The silence was so profound, that even soft sound seems loud |
| [02:01.86] | With ambient music in the background |
| [02:03.75] | I slurped when I sipped my tea, it was hot |
| [02:06.30] | I chomped when I chewed my chow, it was not |
| [02:08.64] | In slow motion the silence was broken, you could hear a pin drop |
| [02:11.55] | He said, " You cannot save Hip Hop" |
| [02:13.47] | I said why not? I sold mixtapes to buy stock |
| [02:16.02] | I' ve been researching and developing a spitbox |
| [02:18.51] | Rap is deeply rooted in the music generation |
| [02:21.00] | I can prove it, but it doesn' t constitute publication |
| [02:23.61] | I swear the Great Bear entered the Dragon' s Lair |
| [02:25.95] | I was there in the center of St. Petersburg Square |
| [02:28.53] | Assigned as a silent observer, but I witnessed a murder |
| [02:31.32] | Took a picture of the body and a burner |
| [02:33.36] | Circa the time, you called me from Burma |
| [02:35.31] | In Port Charlotte Florida, say you were in a coastal corridor |
| [02:38.37] | And that' s what you call help? |
| [02:39.81] | Eight months of Camp Kill Ya' Self couldn' t rehabilitate what I felt |
| [02:43.41] | And now, here you are, in my backyard |
| [02:45.60] | Accusing me for being an outlaw for my bars? |
| [02:48.18] | I ain' t got nothing for ya, I' ll call my controller, |
| [02:50.79] | You call your employers, they can talk to my lawyers |
| [02:53.28] | He got up, and turned his back on me and said, " I' ll be back homie" |
| [02:56.70] | I said you better bring an army |
| [02:58.17] | He said, " You don' t want war" |
| [02:59.58] | I called Moneypenny on the intercom and said, " Baby, show them to the door" |
| [03:03.48] | To be continued, stay tuned for more |
| [03:05.37] | Secret dialogue from the Merchant of Metaphors |
| [00:04.65] | I need a jet stream pattern assessment, go get it |
| [00:07.47] | And tell me the direction that the fuel tank is headed |
| [00:09.93] | Scram jet packs straps attached to my back |
| [00:12.30] | Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax |
| [00:15.00] | Call sign Tom Cat, master ace of aerial combat |
| [00:18.09] | I doubletime out to the tarmac |
| [00:19.86] | Fog covers the launch pad |
| [00:22.14] | Order ATC to fall back, but maintain visual contacts |
| [00:24.84] | Switch to radar, innovation navigational star map |
| [00:27.99] | I won' t need to travel beyond that |
| [00:29.70] | My jet contrails so long that, |
| [00:31.68] | It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD |
| [00:34.77] | Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back |
| [00:37.20] | To fast track to the lunar surface' s dark patch |
| [00:39.63] | The darkest part of the Moon where ISS2 was parked at |
| [00:42.60] | Inside onyx black alien artifacts |
| [00:44.76] | Well guarded in the event of a chartered attack |
| [00:47.40] | The outpost is nothing more than a trap |
| [00:49.26] | The red planet approach close, I know perigee and impact |
| [00:52.41] | Phobos is controlled by the Dracs |
| [00:54.39] | Deimos is the most underrated of the pack |
| [00:56.79] | It decimates NEA' s more than double its mass |
| [00:59.16] | A solar max melts polar caps |
| [01:01.02] | I notice that think tanks with closed minds miss unknown facts |
| [01:04.26] | Satellites track and match the stats, statistics start to stack |
| [01:07.38] | I' m a man of science, not rap |
| [01:09.24] | With actionable impulse to act when I can' t relax |
| [01:12.27] | I work hard but play harder in fact |
| [01:14.01] | My rose garden attracts rats, |
| [01:15.60] | I sit back and listen to jazz and smoke hash in a mineral bath |
| [01:18.96] | I meditate, slightly awake, the moon rays interpermeate my physical state |
| [01:23.01] | I gaze into space |
| [01:24.18] | The light waves race and shift shape, colors escape |
| [01:27.00] | I concentrate on eight frequency rates |
| [01:28.89] | The body begins to numb as the spirit elevates |
| [01:31.47] | But wait, I' m interrupted by a buzzer at my front gate |
| [01:34.20] | Closed circuit surveillance showed me a face |
| [01:36.21] | How entertaining, special agents came to visit my estate |
| [01:38.67] | " Miss Moneypenny, bring me a plate, a cup of tea, and my terrycloth robe, |
| [01:42.15] | Then show them in to me, I' ll wait" |
| [01:43.71] | He walked in with a blank face, I calmly remarked, " You' re late" |
| [01:46.89] | He responded with a strong handshake |
| [01:48.72] | Miss Moneypenny returned with eggs and pancakes |
| [01:51.42] | I offered them a seat, standing up, looked so out of place |
| [01:54.15] | He kindly obliged, but the other two continued to stand |
| [01:56.73] | Folded their hands, and gave me the nod |
| [01:58.59] | The silence was so profound, that even soft sound seems loud |
| [02:01.86] | With ambient music in the background |
| [02:03.75] | I slurped when I sipped my tea, it was hot |
| [02:06.30] | I chomped when I chewed my chow, it was not |
| [02:08.64] | In slow motion the silence was broken, you could hear a pin drop |
| [02:11.55] | He said, " You cannot save Hip Hop" |
| [02:13.47] | I said why not? I sold mixtapes to buy stock |
| [02:16.02] | I' ve been researching and developing a spitbox |
| [02:18.51] | Rap is deeply rooted in the music generation |
| [02:21.00] | I can prove it, but it doesn' t constitute publication |
| [02:23.61] | I swear the Great Bear entered the Dragon' s Lair |
| [02:25.95] | I was there in the center of St. Petersburg Square |
| [02:28.53] | Assigned as a silent observer, but I witnessed a murder |
| [02:31.32] | Took a picture of the body and a burner |
| [02:33.36] | Circa the time, you called me from Burma |
| [02:35.31] | In Port Charlotte Florida, say you were in a coastal corridor |
| [02:38.37] | And that' s what you call help? |
| [02:39.81] | Eight months of Camp Kill Ya' Self couldn' t rehabilitate what I felt |
| [02:43.41] | And now, here you are, in my backyard |
| [02:45.60] | Accusing me for being an outlaw for my bars? |
| [02:48.18] | I ain' t got nothing for ya, I' ll call my controller, |
| [02:50.79] | You call your employers, they can talk to my lawyers |
| [02:53.28] | He got up, and turned his back on me and said, " I' ll be back homie" |
| [02:56.70] | I said you better bring an army |
| [02:58.17] | He said, " You don' t want war" |
| [02:59.58] | I called Moneypenny on the intercom and said, " Baby, show them to the door" |
| [03:03.48] | To be continued, stay tuned for more |
| [03:05.37] | Secret dialogue from the Merchant of Metaphors |