Текст песни Canibus - Chaos
Canibus - Chaos слова песни
[Verse 1] *acapella*Yo yo yoNow ain`t nobody fuckin wit the mastermindI`m like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnifiedNicola Tesla an`, Jon Von NeumanAll wrapped up in the body in one humanI rhyme the tightest, shine the brightestI blind the optic fibers in anybody`s irisWhen it comes to rappin, I`ll smash your assWhether you Latin, Black or Anglo-SaxonI`ll smack you wit a backhandThat crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscanIn between albums, I`ve become a masked man like BatmanAnd stalk my own rap fansI`m like a madman fightin a warThrowin lightning rods, swingin lightning swordsBlow you away wit a force that`ll leave your body lostGone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy onI rock till I can`t rock no moreTill I can`t get no mothafuckin props no moreTill they boo me on stage when I`m out on tourTill 2000 B.C. ain`t hot no moreI`m a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindinClaws rip through walls of cast ironI slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootinI clap iron like Duke NukeumTry to attack `Bis, you get your face stomped Flatter than a compact disc wit black TimbsFlatter than a Yankee baseball cap rimFlatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit[Chorus]If you the first nigga that laughI`ll blow you in half The first nigga to talk trashI`ma blow you in halfThe first nigga to show your assI`ll blow you in halfThe first time`ll be your lastCuz I`ma blow you in half[Verse 2]Yo check it *beat comes in*I destroy your whole city block when I`m ready to rockBlow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or notMagnetically energy poppin gates of radio wavesOscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tapeManipulatin space in large proportionsMillions of brain organs get lost when I start talkinAbout shit like supernatural forcesGnomes and theories and superstring theoriesMost of you mothafuckers barely Even understand the English language, much less think clearlyWhen I die, will I go to Heaven or HellOr will I end up in a place called the Van Allen BeltI researched my roots, lookin for proofThe best place to hide a lie is between two truthsThe aftermath of a nuclear blast When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraphI dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grassReach your epitab and bury your assAs the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowlyI`ll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaokeChorus 2x