Just lyrically, who can f#ck with canibus?

[DB Cooper]

The methods of my motivation is completely subjective

My perception is completely parallel to perspective

Rhyming is the reason I spit in faces

Habituation of my flamboyance without rational reservation

Whiskey, X-Ray, yankee, Zulu, unusual

Word-ologically my syllable position is beautiful

Only respect n*ggaz if the feeling is mutual

G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible

too bad g rap murked him on that song

 

[Mvpbrodie93]

too bad g rap murked him on that song

Idk bout that......

 

[Mvpbrodie93]

ll chop off ya dreads and auction em? on EBay

So yo, forget the he say, she say

Rumors are cliché, I?m just here to talk about my release date

July 18th, I gotta be honest 12 o?clock in the mornin'*

You should be standin' in line for it

2000 BC, comin' out tomorrow

My album is ill, you can ask Clue or Duro

Ask anybody you see in the 5 boroughs*

Even niggas that bootleg said my shit is thorough*

Listen it?s not like I?m wack, It?s not like I can?t rap

It's not like I?m not black so cop that*

Believe that, you just witnessed the sickest MC rap

A hundred bars no feedback, peace black

*

*

 

[DB Cooper]

Idk bout that......

i know about it

 

[nujerz84]

i know about it

Yea G Rap got Bis on Allied Meta Forces and Bis came correct on that track too.

 

[DB Cooper]

Yea G Rap got Bis on Allied Meta Forces and Bis came correct on that track too.

g rap was flowin his fuckin ass off multis all around
but bis was mad nice
love the first line
"YO THE SHOTTY RRIIIPP"

 

[BEAM]

I'm sorry, but Canibus' methods are for not.

Dude is good at rhyming, but nothing he says is coherently related.

I mean, this isn't even just my opinion.

Dude literally has no cohesion.

His intentions are good, but you gotta look past the "rhymes" and into everything he's saying and how it relates. You'll see that it doesn't...

Lupe >

 

[new account2]

"Id be downstairs in hot 97's lobby in 5 minutes if you think you can outrhyme me"
-canibus

Lol and th scary thing is, he'd outryhme you

truth be told he prolly can out rhyme most niggas.....

but how does that make hium lyrically nice????? I thought thats the topic

and nah Lupe aint gettin overatted........ dude always been lyrically better than Canibus....

Ive been fuckin with Lupe for years.......so I didnt log on and get put down with lupe.....I actually damn near put the Ic on to lupe

and honestly, I think we are arguing content vs lyricism, Ive yet to see anybody display his lyricism......

 

[Yungin T. Jeezie]

you should see the reason, whenever Canibus drop a new song. the whole board start praising him like he a lightning god or some shit

 

[new account2]

I'm sorry, but Canibus' methods are for not.

Dude is good at rhyming, but nothing he says is coherently related.

I mean, this isn't even just my opinion.
Dude literally has no cohesion.

His intentions are good, but you gotta look past the "rhymes" and into everything he's saying and how it relates. You'll see that it doesn't...

Lupe >

exctly....it doesnt matter what he's talkin about.........at the end of the day, there isnt too much behind his rhymes....

dont get me wrong....we aint talkin bout soulja boy or drake hear....

dude a real emcee...canibus is nice...but to say he is lyrically the nicest......nah........

 

[spitbull]

truth be told he prolly can out rhyme most niggas.....

but how does that make hium lyrically nice????? I thought thats the topic

and nah Lupe aint gettin overatted........ dude always been lyrically better than Canibus....

Ive been fuckin with Lupe for years.......so I didnt log on and get put down with lupe.....I actually damn near put the Ic on to lupe

and honestly, I think we are arguing content vs lyricism, Ive yet to see anybody display his lyricism......

[Chorus]

This is the C section

Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven

This is the C section

A lyrical legend second to none in this profession

[Canibus]

I spit it exquisite

And rip it minute by minute

I'm in it to win it

You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished

Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist

With a senator minister from the executive senate

Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods

Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing

Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors

Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in

Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven

Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it

For an expensive percentage

With nine tenths of the credit

Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage

I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors

In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter

This is art imitating life imitating art

Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk

Idealistically I spit for free

The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me

Challenges me

E A six speed prowlers

Superior air power

Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless

Spittin rhymes out by the thousands

Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit

Attitude cynicism and lassitude

Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool

Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son

Your children disappear from a trition

Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it

Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin

You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions

With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers

Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar

And rock it like thugs who work for mic club

Hyped up and tear the mic up my man

Move forward as expeditiously as I can

Ain't nobody in the world like Bis

The nitrous with radio telescopic devices

Same type shit

Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American

Lyricist turned microphone terrorist

Airlift me off the front line to my therapist

So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this

This is what they want this is what they love

To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs

While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers

With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris

Theories of super-lattice and super-savage

Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch

The farther I climb the harder I rhyme

You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive

The quality of life is an illusion of the mind

Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side

According to the science of the C-section applied

If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised

I C-section the sky let my energy rise

At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time

As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived

The only drawback is that I didn't have kids

To C-section my beautiful whiz

And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his

Who knows what the future will bring

It stresses me to think

This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important

Now I gotta follow orders defend borders

From Maine to California Seattle to Florida

If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her

I'd speak to her about my passions

As the hourglasses turn my life passes

I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him

Forget it that's the future this is the present

A message to anybody listenin to the C section

 

[new account2]

what makes that lyrical tho?......a whole bunch of rhymes jumping concepts that dont have any sense of poetical expression in the verse.....other than rhyming....

nice verse, but whats lyrical about it????

 

[spitbull]

what makes that lyrical tho?......a whole bunch of rhymes jumping concepts that dont have any sense of poetical expression in the verse.....other than rhyming....

nice verse, but whats lyrical about it????

post something you consider lyrical.

 

[new account2]

post something you consider lyrical.

I did 3 or 4 times already

 

[cobbland]

When has Em ever spit something close to this?

Still no replies???

"I'll cut through your epidermal layers with verbal lasers/

Sharper than razors on the feet of Olympic ice skaters/

Carving figure 8s in the pavement, judges will smile with amazement/

Till their facial muscles start aching/

The most dedidcated hip-hop lyrical patron/

Busting on Hot 97's frequency modulation/

Make sure your Monday night mixtapes is taping/

Clueminatti controls the airwaves like freemasons/

Thought I couldn't freestyle you must be freebasing/

After this album, tell Universal I'm a free agent/

I might move to Japan and marry me an Asian/

Or move back to Jamaica and start deejaying/

"*Chants in Patwa*"

Or I might just stay in New York and murder emcees/

I intertwine with rhymes like, two girls living together having their menstrual cycles at the same time like/

I kick a rhyme that'll melt the earth/

Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse/

Sipping on sizzurp/ trying to stay alert, belch, and burp/

I know I'm the illest, I don't know if it helps or hurts/

Nobody can copy me/ I got a doctor's degree in botany/ that's why I can grow my marijauna properly/

Listen to my voice New York/ listen deeply/ you are getting sleeepy/

On July 18th, you're going to get up, go to the record store, and you're going to buy 2000 BC/

Listen to my voice please, listen deeply, you are getting sleepy/

On July 18th, you're going to get up, go to the record store, and you're going to buy 2000 BC/

I breathe in real deep, through the nostrils/

Charge my lungs like a CO2 cartridge/

Soon as the air is released, the rhyme launches/

Hit you like the Shoemaker-Levy Nine comet, what/

Canibus will bust bust your ass/

Strke a match against your mustache/ light my spliff and laugh/

Take two tokes and pass, wait till my lyrics reach critical mass, and whip the GOAT's ass/

I speak with the silent syntax of insects/

Human ears are inequipped to hear my E.L.F/

Extremely low frequency that frequently flows/

Type my rhymes out in morse code with pinky toes/

Bury your body underneath stones where algae grows/

Underneath oak trees guarded by thirteen floors/

Canibus will bust a flow, bust my load, bust all over your radio, I'll bust down your throat/

I bust like Busta Bust be busting for Flip Mode/

And keep busting till you can't see guns and gun smoke/

Like an active volcanos mad cause they ain't blow/

Searching for that pot of gold under the rainbow/

Or searching for that big pot of platinum, down at the bottom of the North Atlantic, with the Titanic captain/

I been rapping since rap happened/ My passion goes way beyond drinking Dom P. out of crystal glasses/

Yo, yo, check it, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo/

So every day, Sunday, Monday through Friday/ we can battle at 5:00 traffic on westside highway/

If they can see it live, why pay/ I'll slay you in broad day/ so stop being cocky and try me/

I'll be downstairs in Hot 97's lobby in about 5 minutes if you think you can out-rhyme me/

To the Ghetto Superstar that plays the guitar, that got lucky off Salaam Reemi's track Fugee la/

Trust me nigga, every dog has it's day/ I'll chop off your dreads and auction them on E-Bay/

So yo, forget the he say, she say/

Rumors are cliche, I'm just here to talk about my release day/

July 18th, I got to be honest, 12:00 in the morning you should be standing in line for it/

2000 BC coming out tomorrow, my album is ill, you can ask Clue or Duro/

Ask anybody you see in the 5 burroughs/

Even niggas that bootleg say my shit is thoro/

Listen, it's not like I'm whack, it's not like I can't rap, it's not like I'm not black, so cop that/

Believe that, you just witnessed the sickest emcee rap/

A hundred bars, no feedback/ peace black.

 

[new account2]

Still no replies???

"I'll cut through your epidermal layers with verbal lasers/
Sharper than razors on the feet of Olympic ice skaters/
Carving figure 8s in the pavement, judges will smile with amazement/
Till their facial muscles start aching/
The most dedidcated hip-hop lyrical patron/
Busting on Hot 97's frequency modulation/
Make sure your Monday night mixtapes is taping/
Clueminatti controls the airwaves like freemasons/
Thought I couldn't freestyle you must be freebasing/
After this album, tell Universal I'm a free agent/
I might move to Japan and marry me an Asian/
Or move back to Jamaica and start deejaying/
"*Chants in Patwa*"
Or I might just stay in New York and murder emcees/
I intertwine with rhymes like, two girls living together having their menstrual cycles at the same time like/
I kick a rhyme that'll melt the earth/
Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse/
Sipping on sizzurp/ trying to stay alert, belch, and burp/
I know I'm the illest, I don't know if it helps or hurts/
Nobody can copy me/ I got a doctor's degree in botany/ that's why I can grow my marijauna properly/
Listen to my voice New York/ listen deeply/ you are getting sleeepy/
On July 18th, you're going to get up, go to the record store, and you're going to buy 2000 BC/
Listen to my voice please, listen deeply, you are getting sleepy/
On July 18th, you're going to get up, go to the record store, and you're going to buy 2000 BC/
I breathe in real deep, through the nostrils/
Charge my lungs like a CO2 cartridge/
Soon as the air is released, the rhyme launches/
Hit you like the Shoemaker-Levy Nine comet, what/
Canibus will bust bust your ass/
Strke a match against your mustache/ light my spliff and laugh/
Take two tokes and pass, wait till my lyrics reach critical mass, and whip the GOAT's ass/
I speak with the silent syntax of insects/
Human ears are inequipped to hear my E.L.F/
Extremely low frequency that frequently flows/
Type my rhymes out in morse code with pinky toes/
Bury your body underneath stones where algae grows/
Underneath oak trees guarded by thirteen floors/
Canibus will bust a flow, bust my load, bust all over your radio, I'll bust down your throat/
I bust like Busta Bust be busting for Flip Mode/
And keep busting till you can't see guns and gun smoke/
Like an active volcanos mad cause they ain't blow/
Searching for that pot of gold under the rainbow/
Or searching for that big pot of platinum, down at the bottom of the North Atlantic, with the Titanic captain/
I been rapping since rap happened/ My passion goes way beyond drinking Dom P. out of crystal glasses/
Yo, yo, check it, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo/
So every day, Sunday, Monday through Friday/ we can battle at 5:00 traffic on westside highway/
If they can see it live, why pay/ I'll slay you in broad day/ so stop being cocky and try me/
I'll be downstairs in Hot 97's lobby in about 5 minutes if you think you can out-rhyme me/
To the Ghetto Superstar that plays the guitar, that got lucky off Salaam Reemi's track Fugee la/
Trust me nigga, every dog has it's day/ I'll chop off your dreads and auction them on E-Bay/
So yo, forget the he say, she say/
Rumors are cliche, I'm just here to talk about my release day/
July 18th, I got to be honest, 12:00 in the morning you should be standing in line for it/
2000 BC coming out tomorrow, my album is ill, you can ask Clue or Duro/
Ask anybody you see in the 5 burroughs/
Even niggas that bootleg say my shit is thoro/
Listen, it's not like I'm whack, it's not like I can't rap, it's not like I'm not black, so cop that/
Believe that, you just witnessed the sickest emcee rap/
A hundred bars, no feedback/ peace black.

all punchlines.......whats lyrical tho????

 

[cobbland]

It's not all punchlines.

(I guess everyone has their own definition of what is or isn't lyrical).

But again, when has Em spit something close to that?

 

[spitbull]

[Verse Three]

I heard the ringtone of the red phone

Headquarters informed us there was an explosion in the red zone

We were ordered to get ready to go

and to get into our bio-weapons protective gear and clothes

I rode shotgun, my partner Ramirez drove

GPS control gave us coordinates where to go

Soon as we got there I could feel the hot air

For a second I stopped and stared, there was cops everywhere

I told 'em we need to get a square perimeter clear

We got an hour 'till nightfall, so light some flares

I said a twenty second prayer then ran to the second chair-

the lift that was there, then I waved my hands up in the air

to signal that it was clear before I ran upstairs

I could barely see, smoke was so thick in the air

I was visually impaired and started to get scared

I heard a woman scream "HELP" but I didn't know where

I started screamin' back "I'm not gonna leave you here"

Sayin to myself "damn it's hard to breathe in here"

Searched the rooms one by one like "fuck my lungs"

Ramirez said the fire truck got stuck by the front

I crawled all the way through the foyer to the end of the hallway

and seen her on the floor next to the doorway

I was half unconscious but I just ignored the pain

Helped her to her feet and she had her arm in a brace

All this tar-like black stuff was all in her face

I radio Ramirez coughin and tried to explain

I heard him say something to me like "It's all in flames!"

There was ceiling debris fallin all over the place

I looked her in her eye, she looked into mine, it was strange

Then I blinked for the last time and never saw her again

 

[7thwardslim]

exctly....it doesnt matter what he's talkin about.........at the end of the day, there isnt too much behind his rhymes....

dont get me wrong....we aint talkin bout soulja boy or drake hear....

dude a real emcee...canibus is nice...but to say he is lyrically the nicest......nah........

Thats like the ultimate contradiction.......because......when the same thing said about.......lets say

Em or Lupe......Niggas come out the woodwork to defend lyricism......

Waka and Gucci....niggas come out the woodwork to say much we need lyrical artist....

but i said that to say this.......i never heard no-one lyrically on Canibus level......

from a lyrical stand point.......homey have smashed just about everyone in everyone top 5 lyric wise.....

to the T/S........... i said this several months back.......niggas want to say who is the best lyrically.....but niggas run when u brang up Can-I-bus

 

[Punisher__]

Thats like the ultimate contradiction.......because......when the same thing said about.......lets say

Em or Lupe......Niggas come out the woodwork to defend lyricism......

Waka and Gucci....niggas come out the woodwork to say much we need lyrical artist....

but i said that to say this.......i never heard no-one lyrically on Canibus level......

from a lyrical stand point.......homey have smashed just about everyone in everyone top 5 lyric wise.....

to the T/S........... i said this several months back.......niggas want to say who is the best lyrically.....but niggas run when u brang up Can-I-bus

In a nutshell.