[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Neurotransmitter raps course my synapse
And trap years in time capsules and make them feel as if nanoseconds elapsed
My subliminal responds with sparks
And contradicts its content because I'm conscious of my subconscious thoughts
Verbal wit'll make you short circuit quick
I throw American/murking fit and squirt some shit worse than a murder hit from David Berkowitz
I'll throw dirt on ya bursitis (dirt on ya shoulder idiom)
Your deepest fears are surfaces
Slice you and walk through your personage like a curtain split
My predatory nature so raw that I love [?phlegm?]
While the vultures flew over him, I flew above them
I'm the derelict with sick terror spit
You don't produce natural paragraphs you carry someone else's like a surrogate
The onslaught that I'm causing no author can pass it/pause it
I'm the dark secret inside of the skeleton's closet
I raised my pages in the Sacred Philippines Cage
Grew stalactite braids and shaved them with guillotine blades
A cryptic rhyme shocked and ripped his mind
Canibus and K-Rino combined is an unwritten apocalyptic sign
I turn emcees into shark feed write and read at warp speed
The vampire with ultraviolet crossbreed
The rap gospel I follow is probably most optimal
My ultra opticals can spot fetus hair follicles
The possibility of me not winning's impossible
I'm so mentally hostile I hear good news and get volatile
I telepathically move objects, my tongue concocted
A new strain of saliva, one drop can fuel rockets
I throttle you with violent/violin tailwinds
Then extend another set of limbs and put you in a double full nelson
So tell me can you ace this quiz
You're the reverse opposite of what the opposite of true greatness is
Motherfucker, why would you try to nullify beasts with a butterfly
That's like singing an insomniac a lullaby
My eyes can catch rappers far as the sky can stretch
A bloody mic depicted and described in my composite sketch
Hit your place with self-imposed gashes in my face
Transform you from a solid mass to ashes in a vase
So soon as you move I'm dooming you
Then I'll take your widow to a room to screw 20 minutes after your funeral
You want to try to wipe my rhyme out
You'll be better off trying to put a strapped suicide bomber in time out
[Verse 2: Canibus]
I woke up into a dream, a dream that was more real than it seemed
With no animation or green screen
Human beings need special specs provided by special request
To see the spectacular special effects
If you can see what I saw or hear what I heard
Your ears will not need to hear the sound of my words
My thoughts follow my feelings, that is how I think
The sceptics are rarely convinced, their feelings are exempt
What is the point of thought if you can not control the result
What is it worth? If anything at all
Where do we exist from? What do we exist for?
We were intelligently designed to be a resource
How can there be free will without the freedom to feel?
We pursue an illusion that isn't real
P-12 psychics taking red pills to produce thrills
Then predicting a coin toss a hundred times to prove skill
Telekinetic electro-genetic psionic weapon
With extra-sensory perception of precognitive method
That's why I can rhyme with consistence
Indisputable evidence repeatable on the street or in a studio session
I am sorry if you feel I am refusing your questions
That's not my intention, my mind is in a higher dimension
At these levels I have much higher attention
Ascension into a level of rhyming defined as divine intervention
My intent to present the most intensive lung splitting
Tongue twisting sentence ever historically recorded to present
But that is not the point of this lesson
I will continue this poetic expression, you must listen to make the connection
I will slow down
Now take a deep breath and try to get with the flow now, this is it
Back to the beginning when the Milky Way first started spinning
Sound was the only thing living
The Universe was singing, signals were pinging
Life began to emerge from one light blinking
The sound stabilized it
The color spectrum was immediately divided by levels of brightness
The speed of the spin began rising
Gravity was created and forever affected by this
And thus, the elements were created in a cradle
Smashing against one another like balls on a pool table
We like to label so we give things names
I shook your hand and told you mine was Germaine
In my dream I was hoisted into a plane with a space-age frame by a giant gantry crane
My code name was SpitBoss, T-minus 2 seconds 'til liftoff
Let me tell you what Canibus saw:
I saw a world in deluge, fighting over fossil fuels and food
Like a bunch of god damn fools