Текст (слова) песни: Canibus - Mic-Nificent

[Canibus]
Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones
Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, `Bis is a pro
I zigzag throughout sly loam
Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones
Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones
Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones,
Who`s the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch
I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges
Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones
of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters
Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect
Everyday the earth spins I write verses
My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
and connect like letters when they`re in cursive

Chorus: repeat 4X

I`ll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate I`ll regulate without warning

[Canibus]
Yo, Yo, I`m faster than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
With thirty minutes to eat`em, forty minutes to digest `em
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you`re running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang
wearin a blue shirt and red pants,
throwin up signs with their left hand
Standin out on the corner of wetlands
with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man
Cause I`m surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
and I can`t seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin
There`s one billion ways to die, and I already tried
nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
Why the art of emceein is steady dyin
That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme

Chorus: repeat 4X

I`ll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate I`ll regulate without warning

[Canibus]
Club Dodge, I wrecked that
Limelight, cursed that
Envy, I murdered that
Club SoHo, never heard of that
Wetlands, dried it up
Cheaters, decided to club, fired up
looking for a chicken to tie up
Club New York, I heard it`s hot there
beats be rocking there
Too many niggaz be getting stabbed and shot there
Speed, I slowed it down
The Tunnel, they hold it down
Home of the underground, why they always close it down
Century club, the hot shit
House of Blues, I rocked it
One twelve ATL, that`s the Dirty South bomb shit
Synagogue, yeah I be there
Caribbean City, roll deep there
Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there
there there {*fades out*}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Canibus - Mic-Nificent [Canibus] Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, `Bis is a pro I zigzag throughout sly loam Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones, Who`s the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect Everyday the earth spins I write verses My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist and connect like letters when they`re in cursive Chorus: repeat 4X I`ll pray on them, spray on them First nigga to violate I`ll regulate without warning [Canibus] Yo, Yo, I`m faster than leopards running across the vast desert In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen With thirty minutes to eat`em, forty minutes to digest `em And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die? Clip you while you`re running by, trip you up from behind My rhymes, confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang wearin a blue shirt and red pants, throwin up signs with their left hand Standin out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband God dam eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man Cause I`m surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav and I can`t seem to get away from it I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin There`s one billion ways to die, and I already tried nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line Why the art of emceein is steady dyin That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme Chorus: repeat 4X I`ll pray on them, spray on them First nigga to violate I`ll regulate without warning [Canibus] Club Dodge, I wrecked that Limelight, cursed that Envy, I murdered that Club SoHo, never heard of that Wetlands, dried it up Cheaters, decided to club, fired up looking for a chicken to tie up Club New York, I heard it`s hot there beats be rocking there Too many niggaz be getting stabbed and shot there Speed, I slowed it down The Tunnel, they hold it down Home of the underground, why they always close it down Century club, the hot shit House of Blues, I rocked it One twelve ATL, that`s the Dirty South bomb shit Synagogue, yeah I be there Caribbean City, roll deep there Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there there there {fades out} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Mic-Nificent: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/19921.html Все тексты песен: Canibus » Canibus - Talkin` The Talk » Canibus - Watch Who You Beef Wid » Canibus - How We Roll » Canibus - 2000 B.C./White Boys soundtrack * » Canibus - Cenior Studies 02 » Canibus - Niggas We Roll With 12 » Canibus - U Know Who » Canibus - Horsementality » Canibus - Second Round K.O. » Canibus - Nigganometry » Canibus - U Didn`t Care * » Canibus - Nigganometry » Canibus - Live Ll Diss In Uk Freestyle » Canibus - Hate U 2 » Canibus - Cenior Studies 02 » Canibus - Wake Up Show With Ras Kass And Kron Don » Canibus - Bis Vs. RIP [feat. RIP The Jacker] » Canibus - Poet Laureate » Canibus - Watch Who U Beef Wit » Canibus - Master Thesis Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Щетников - Сезон неудач » Ольга Чикина - Как холодно, как пахнет табаком... » Ольга Залесская - В городе Энске » Олег Газманов - Мне не нравится дождь » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Это не рок » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Ультрашизоидный порыв » Однажды - Гром » О.Газманов - Я такой как ты не встречу никогда » Олег Газманов - На заре » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Женщина » Олег Куприев - Переверните облака... » Олег Митяев - В осеннем парке » Ольга Афраймович - Про синих птиц (стихи) » Ольга Корницкая - Словно лета и не было вовсе... » Ольга Арефьева - Будем Были » Ольга Корницкая - Боже мой – прошло уже полгода!.. » Олег Городецкий - Обращение к читателю перед ненаписанной поэмой » Олег Кабалик - Старый больной музыкант... » Ольга Чикина - Ворон » Олег Горяйнов - Песня о друге
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