[Chorus: Canibus]
Live by the sword, die from a shard
We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God
Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small
We don't negotiate, we just spit bars
Live by the sword, die from a shard
We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God
Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small
We don't negotiate, we just spit bars

[Verse 1: Canibus]
Already let the world know the truth
You already know the rest y'all
Alien invasion insectoids with sick toys
Infected with hemorrhoids
The cure cost a trillion Pepe coins (Okay)
But can you get to the point? (Yeah!)
The point is palеo bicycle kick your head till you can't feel it
Picture thе image of a speedbag goin' (*Bududu-bududu*) a million times a minute
You in a coma conversatin' with spirits (Spirits)
Try'na communicate back but you can't hear it
The medical physician clinician leans forward and whispers
(Tell me where it hurts, let me kiss it)
I guess by now you prob'ly reached their limit
Talkin' to GPT Chat before to practice your lyrics
American pit's teamin' up with the bulldog British
Kevin Hart with the Vin Diesel Latino Riddick
(Oooh, I can't believe it's going down, oh my God
Chino XL just wants to pinch you ?doing? your dog
Federation)
[Chorus: Canibus]
Live by the sword, die from a shard
We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God
Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small
We don't negotiate, we just spit bars
Live by the sword, die from a shard
We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God
Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small
We don't negotiate, we just spit bars

[Verse 2: Chino XL]
I move Kreep, Chino still make the world go round
Still eating the porcupine, *pah*, spitting out the needles all over Hell's ground
First round, what I do will kill and will not make you stronger
The warmonger from the light skinned and Puerto Rican section of Wakanda
The Don Dada, breathin' homicides, I reach across the table
And stop the ?cap all? in your cradle
Till my stable, capable palm feels insatiable and inescapable
Pride live-er but I clothesline Michael Jackson on Motown 25
I ain't lettin' none of these weirdo guys slide
The God's wise king and morose, closed
My mind is an abandoned military post
That's luminary and haunted with the memory of many enemy ghosts
I spit an inverted venom that floats, pathetic and gross
Vet-vetted and embedded folklore that'll cure
What most cherished in Western medicine won't
Insane adrenaline with a method like methamphetamine, feelin' insane pulse
With the same goals as Usain Bolt on ephedrine and sprayed coke
And penmanship where the pain gets flatter than the soda
With the tempered temperament of Edmund Kemper
When the cuts get slit across your serpentine throat
(*Bleating*) I am that goat
I pickpocket a midget, I stoop that low
The Hip Hop array I filet, that's with an ink that is an unusual musical blade
With a razor that's an undisputable, beautiful, pharmaceutical grade
I stayed fit as a fiddle but riddled with Ritalin capsules
I was abused so don't come bringin' me no bad news
I was brought up to kill the messenger too ?and temple of castles?
Allegedly I'm a legend in thug talk
Hire a Piru bartender, then watch the blood pour
(Respect! Salut, DJ Romes! Salut, Bis, salut!)
Yo Bis, cheers, everybody praise that we mellow with age
But even Mercury's rays are afraid of a Chino retrograde (That's crazy!)
The women that I be dating be hating this
How my DMs are filled up more than an inflated Section 8 waiting list
Pulling out of your wife's diaphragm
Then cover her with white webs of cob like an anxiety-filled Spiderman (Get the fuck outta here)
It's only wrath I'mma deliver to you with more than half
Your rap scribble-scrabble like a sad Michael J. Fox autograph (Toma!)
[Chorus: Canibus]
Live by the sword, die from a shard
We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God
Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small
We don't negotiate, we just spit bars
Live by the sword, die from a shard
We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God
Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small
We don't negotiate, we just spit bars

[Verse 3: Canibus]
Yeah
?Recline? 'em off the turnbuckle
Let me drown 'em in a septic tank with some mermaids blowin' turd bubbles
It's a fucked up job but somebody somewhere gotta do it
Nah, I can think of worse hustles
You wan' dance? Let's tussle
The bear hug burst all of your muscles, c'mon, let's cuddle
Look at them mud sharks havin' mud fights, orderin' Bud Lights
I changed my mind, I ain't fuckin' them tonight
(Yeah right)
Them bitches flip-flop like a cocky pilot's cock after being target locked
(Rotten vampires with garlic in their snot)
(The ?hissy fit? rose of a fork-tongue licking one's toes)
The fuck you tellin' me? I don't wanna know
Yo, I deep dive a high tide like a Greek god
In a wheelchair, I only need to work my upper bod
Chino XL, Canibus, the forces joined
We are Hip Hop's historical nexus point
The best of the intellectual goyim
Rumor has it they'll reject your FOIA request if you call 'em
The dead don't lie, the headless don't blink an eye
Get ready 'cause it's Chino time