Chaos (explicit Album Version Explicit)-Canibus

Chaos (explicit Album Version Explicit) - Canibus [verse 1] *acapella* Yo yo yo Now aint nobody *****in wit the mastermind Im like einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified Nickel and teslin, jon von neuman All wrapped up in the body in one human I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest I blind the optic fibers in anybodys iris When it comes to rappin, Ill smash your a** Whether you latin, black or anglo-saxon Ill smack you wit a backhand That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan In between albums, Ive become a masked man like batman And stalk my own rap fans Im like a madman fightin a war Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords Blow you away wit a force thatll leave your body lost Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on I rock till I cant rock no more Till I cant get no motha*****in props no more Till they boo me on stage when Im out on tour Till 2000 b.c. aint hot no more Im a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin Claws rip through walls of cast iron I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin I clap iron like duke nukeum Try to attack bis, you get your face stomped Flatter than a compact disc wit black timbs Flatter than a yankee baseball cap rim Flatter than the knife *jigga* stabbed un wit [chorus] If you the first ni**a that laugh Ill blow you in half The first ni**a to talk trash Ima blow you in half The first ni**a to show your a** Ill blow you in half The first timell be your last Cuz ima blow you in half [verse 2] Yo check it *beat comes in* I destroy your whole city block when Im ready to rock Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape Manipulatin space in large proportions Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin About sh*t like supernatural forces Gnomes and theories and superstring theories Most of you motha*****ers barely Even understand the english language, much less think clearly When I die, will I go to heaven or hell Or will I end up in a place called the van allen belt I researched my roots, lookin for proof The best place to hide a lie is between two truths The aftermath of a nuclear blast When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass Reach your epitab and bury your a** As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly Ill sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke Chorus 2x