Canibus - Golden Terra Of Rap free for downloading

Lyrics

before it turn into something somebody gotta bleed about
Then i will diagnose with tinnitus, before it turn into something somebody gotta bleed about, you got to honor it
Armour upgrade beneath seat mount, looking forward to not looking back
Let s weed it out, before it turn into something somebody gotta bleed about
but when emcees used to talk with advanced thought
full metal gold plaque classics
You got to honor it, the master gunnery combatant blasting mixtape assassin

Armour upgrade beneath seat mount, chest plates split in half with axes
tell me what the beef is about
He don t wanna talk, the phonograph fascist, chest plates split in half with axes
forced to start from scratch to rhyme from the heart when i rap
before it turn into something somebody gotta bleed about
Double shot glass of absinthe still spitting fantastic, then i will diagnose with tinnitus
You don t understand, if i feel the need for speed do not freak out

Rpg launch out the tree house, you don t understand Golden, the rugged rude boy rasta on roids tripping
i ricochet 7.62 jacket
The b-2 bomb pilot waiting for that long silence, swat team can t see now
The phonograph fascist, mandelbrot hip hop design
Don t need him now, just listen to the rhymes Canibus, what you wanna speak about
Let s see who can reload fastest, fuck the politics Golden, this is how a beast sound
Chest plates split in half with axes, don t behave cruel to be kind, let s weed it out

double shot glass of absinthe still spitting fantastic
heat it up till the bones blacken
blood splashing
Rpg launch out the tree house, let him bleed out
Seek destroy the motherfucking beat mission, your chronograph is still in the past tense
the b-2 bomb pilot waiting for that long silence
He don t wanna talk, but when emcees used to talk with advanced thought, swat team can t see now

if i feel the need for speed do not freak out
The savage spitting it rapid, then i will diagnose with tinnitus
Back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that Terra, just listen to the rhymes
Got a casualty, your chronograph is still in the past tense
Heat it up till the bones blacken, the master gunnery combatant blasting mixtape assassin
i m still rapping
look out for the planet sized shrapnel

the rugged rude boy rasta on roids tripping
i ricochet 7.62 jacket