Lyrics
And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his, a message to anybody listenin to the c section, now i gotta follow orders defend borders
Forget it that s the future this is the present, and see the resemblance of my face in hers or his
I d speak to her about my passions, e a six speed prowlers
testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing
To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs, lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist
Now i gotta follow orders defend borders, the only drawback is that i didn t have kids Canibus, i spit it exquisite
From maine to california seattle to florida, spittin rhymes out by the thousands
Theories of super-lattice and super-savage, with scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers, while i m in the cut satellite trackin you rappers
Attitude cynicism and lassitude, i c-section the sky let my energy rise
Come on dude i should slap you fool, in the center of my circle where i dare you to enter, i m in it to win it you fuckin rhyme with bis you finished
Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors, with a sedative administered from the executive senate Section, same type shit
Airlift me off the front line to my therapist, at the moment of truth i know it s definitely my time
you gotta face death and survive to feel more alive
this is the c section
lyricist turned microphone terrorist
The only drawback is that i didn t have kids, i only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors, rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it especially if canibus is doin the rippin
and rock it like thugs who work for mic club
Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it especially if canibus is doin the rippin, the nitrous with radio telescopic devices
A gregarious jamaican-american, then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it for an expensive percentage "C", super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side
lyricist turned microphone terrorist
To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs, the stenography of the rhyme is what balances me challenges me, a gregarious jamaican-american
It stresses me to think, from maine to california seattle to florida, lyricist turned microphone terrorist
Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it for an expensive percentage, the stenography of the rhyme is what balances me challenges me, as my soul is eased through the sieve i ll be grateful because i lived
If they say i m the best after i die don t be surprised, testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing, if they say i m the best after i die don t be surprised
to engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs
this mic meant everything now it doesn t seem important
Attitude cynicism and lassitude, atomic attack tachometers flash when i punch the gas bitch, at the moment of truth i know it s definitely my time
as my soul is eased through the sieve i ll be grateful because i lived
spit what i ll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son
ain t nobody in the world like bis
i c-section the sky let my energy rise
And rock it like thugs who work for mic club, attitude cynicism and lassitude Section, the stenography of the rhyme is what balances me challenges me
Superior air power, from maine to california seattle to florida, super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side
I m in it to win it you fuckin rhyme with bis you finished, i only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors
Lyricist turned microphone terrorist, lyricist turned microphone terrorist
with a sedative administered from the executive senate
e a six speed prowlers
At the moment of truth i know it s definitely my time, theories of super-lattice and super-savage, lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist
Hyped up and tear the mic up my man, predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in slice you like lettuce and celery start seven
the only drawback is that i didn t have kids
The nitrous with radio telescopic devices, the quality of life is an illusion of the mind
The farther i climb the harder i rhyme, your children disappear from attrition
And rock it like thugs who work for mic club, rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it especially if canibus is doin the rippin, this is the c section
With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of paris, the only drawback is that i didn t have kids Canibus, who knows what the future will bring
then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it for an expensive percentage
i c-section the sky let my energy rise
With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers, you gotta face death and survive to feel more alive
A message to anybody listenin to the c section, who knows what the future will bring "C", this is what they want this is what they love
And rip it minute by minute, i only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors
and rock it like thugs who work for mic club
Superior air power, while i m in the cut satellite trackin you rappers
Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y all to mic club heaven, you snippin to clippin in the c-section incisions, as the hourglasses turn my life passes
this is the c section
I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors, attitude cynicism and lassitude Section, atomic attack tachometers flash when i punch the gas bitch
I spit it exquisite, the only drawback is that i didn t have kids