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Kaiju Karaoke Lyrics - Artist : Canibus
Moses was a black man
With red hair like saffron I heard you the first time I chose not to respond Prophecy is fulfilled When Enki and Enlil are killed And Lil Nas' X face is on the dollar bill How you like that for a metaverse thrill? Still ill, and I don't even need record deal But real, you know my name, son don't chill And now the whole world got a license to ill When they shut down the grid We gon' be outside doing a bid Institutionalized, right where we live Apologetically thank you Put noose around neck and hang you While two yankee doodle dudes shank you Biologically scan you for your own safety, then ban you 'Til your own people abandon you Now you standing outside the dollar store For a fifty-cent whore Bout to go on a 25 cent tour You let that whore sit on your face? She taste like sodium borate And by the way, that stuff taste great! Disclaimer; don't you try that at home and then blame us I ain't famous and they still say my name too much Yet on the other side of the veil Every single comparison will fail Cause every multiple rhyme is a spell My poems are known unknown knowns, but it's hard to know How much knowledge can grow from one node In the vaccination drive-thru I sat in the seat behind you I shoulda sat in the seat beside you Quiescent, still present even if I go back to the essence There's no way I forget what I remember Sniper specific relax, hold breath, squeeze trigger Wait for confirmation, get up, get out of there nigga Canibus rhymes are not immediately obvious They're supposed to be positive So he ain't really accomplishing shit My name is the ripper and I beg to differ I know men who are bled from the liver And labeled gorillas, breadwinners Robert De Bruce, De La Soul, Posdnous Yeah, I know it sounds like something I got from Dr. Seuss Lyrics retooled, recommissioned and outfitted for hip hop use You talk that shit? I talk that shit, too Malaiky [?] Youtube all the time I'ma get it to help me build my shrine Gunmetal colored, rip magnum rubbers Tear that ass up, I ain't gotta brag or nothin' I gotta a happy hips, yoga bitch, zombie killer tovarich Big titty, Tesla model, S motorist That shit will ambush your base camp Beat you with the propane tanks Then set fire to your cocaine plant Hunger Games rescue package Daisy state the mechanic in action, gun rap pull-ups Bull Pups blast em Cut slash and smash, laugh, tater tots and hash I spray hair spray on your ass and pass Cause you can't afford the seizium, or the magnesium Everybody know that's a million-dollar premium Their inability to reason is the reason they're not breathing And that's what we focusing on this evening The return of the king With a maverick three probe on a string And that's how he gon' know everything He was there when global fear Became self-aware If you scared, bow your heads and join me in prayer Insurrection, act and tact You living in a trap If you do this and don't do that You just get whacked Self-inflicted cyber-attack Crypto card sitting on your lap The gas life in tea made him take a crap Fuck that, feathered blowdart to the back You collapse, thermite cutting charge Carved into the small of your back Robotically controlled sequencing units for knocking on doors To make sure you're home and you haven't run off A hundred thousand Queenzflip clones All in your borough alone Welcome to the terror dome Protest in silence, rhymes wait Do not fly it So what? I like pirates much better than pilots I'm a giant, Ireland is my island I'm full of surprises So get the fuck out the way while I drive it Life is all for 'naught If you cannot offer your own thoughts You will be sold without ever being bought |
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