Canibus - Get Retarded Lyrics

Canibus - Get Retarded Video

(Intro: sample scratched)

I-I-I, want, to..

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

Get re-Get re-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

I, want, to..

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

 

(Canibus)

Niggas is phoney, fronting like they Masters of Ceremonies

None of you suckers are even remotely close to me

To be nice, I sacrifice things like no sleep

I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche

Creating concepts so deep, niggas quote me

They rewind then interpret my rhymes to they homies

I've advanced beyond your flows, aeons ago

It's inevitable in '98 I'ma blow

Ever since '84, I've been in it to win it

But see back then, we used to battle by spinning on the cement

You can't even absorb the rhymes I record

Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved

I travel to the end of the universe and beyond

Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec

From the galaxy of Andromeda

I puzzle niggas like Crop Circles and other unexplained phenomena

 

(Chorus: Canibus sample)

Aiyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

You spineless, rhymeless, niggas is heartless

Get re-Get re-Get retarded

Aiyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

So I (*echoes*)

I, want, to..

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

 

(Canibus)

All I really want is you niggas to stop biting

All I really want is you niggas to start writing

All I really want is you niggas to be original

And start spitting some lyrical shit that I can listen to

You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet

You don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project

You haven't come to terms with your God yet

And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flying Objects

When I bomb shit, I get retarded, probably more than you bargained

I'm talking about ripping a mic off your arm shit

Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get

Beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nightstick

To the British, I'm Gandhi

To the Japanese, I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki

To the AIDS patient, I'm your last antibody

Sitting and waiting for a cure from modern biology

 

Chorus

 

(Canibus)

I be looking directly into the human eye to see if you pussy

And completely ruin your ability to lie to me

I pull a 9 on a bully, cock back the cannon

Goddamn it, I don't think you fully understand it

Ask nine out of ten niggas on the planet

Who the best is, the question will go unanswered

Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes

Revving my engines like they were powered by Le Mans

Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix

I leave you in troubled spirits

I'm absolutely the purest breed of emcee

From the United States of America to Europe I deserve it

However you want to word it, I'm perfect

Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose

Motherfucker!

 

I, want, to..

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

 

(Outro: sample)

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

Get re-Get re-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

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Canibus - Buckingham Palace Lyrics

Canibus - Buckingham Palace Video

(Canibus)

Aiyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer,

Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters

Getting so high that whenever I drop shit

It'll land on the window of your aeroplane cockpit

Canibus with the hot shit, Crazy I. Click

Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this

I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent

Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence

And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste

Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face

From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe

Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming

Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva

As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind her

Alcohol in the hands of a minor

I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers

Clear the building, evacuate women and children

Fuck what you feeling nigga, I came here to kill them

Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain

And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission, what!

 

Chorus: Canibus (and crowd)

 

When I say Can-I you say Bus

Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

Yo, when I say Can-I you say Bus

Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

 

(Canibus)

Yo.. yo..

Yo prepare for the worst This next verse is the face of death

Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex

Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic

With more flavour then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered

I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet

With No Fear, like them clothes white boys be wearing

I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites

The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights

There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that

There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback

I'm strong, my word is Bond like James

Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days

MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken

They should come with a large drink and a biscuit

My style's radioactive, massive atomic

I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet

Breaking the Facts of Life down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi

With more Vocab, than three fucking Fugees

So recognize or be hospitalized

Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

 

Chorus

 

(Canibus)

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessey

Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy

See I need much more energy then my enemies

If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy

So I could be on MTV with women constantly

Telling me I resemble Billy Dee

I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene

Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green

Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine

For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine

Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream

Swinging the guillotine,

Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon

The brain remains conscious for ten seconds

Long enough for me to give you one last message

And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it

Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus

The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove

Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed

Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew

From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods

You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too

Running outside, crying, lying, denying

That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him

What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness

Too busy mixing your business with your bitches

While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures

So wicked I got, Satan ejaculating on his fingers

Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'

Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life

But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right

Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!

 

Chorus

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