Artist: Canibus f/ Professor Griff (Public Enemy) Album: Melatonin Magik Song: Dead By Design Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Professor Griff] Canibus, throwin melinated, molotov, cocktails Engineered, directly out of Full Sail Rippin the Jacker, ain't nobody nastier Spittin and grabbin facts and data, to enhance ya Suspense thriller Canibus the lyrical adjective killer [Canibus] My Melatonin Magik is enhanced by the melatonin tablets Come take a walk with Canibus Ardipithecus Ramidus, what the fuck is Melatonin Magik 'Bis? I still ain't understandin this shit Okay, my brain is a microchip My two balls with a cane is a macro-dick, I rap so sick I created swine flu out of an infinite mix You tried to diss but can't even spit, you just stand there and wish wit'cha hand on your hips, man you a bitch Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king? You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars y'all was silent I ain't heard nothin about it I had to give you three years to recognize And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes The internet, is a early telepathic building set My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent But children don't understand the concept of consequence So yes, it's immature to express disrespect But no I will not accept, what the media says They are the reason we are bein mislead There are forces above them that feed off our stress sufferin and debt I am dead by design, cause nobody tells me what to rhyme I make up my own fuckin mind There are more of us than them But at the same time they are Gods, and we are just mortal men Thirteen levels above 33, let me say it again They are Gods, we are just mortal men I cannot imagine they power They put a black family in the White House, just so they can take away ours You tryin to plan the great escape? You a coward They gon' make us march in a gas chamber make us think we takin a shower Mommas and babies is cryin The children of Zion belong to SkyNet, nobody knows who's behind it So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer In the metaphysical ether, you listenin to the lyrical reaper The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker After this album they gon' call me a leader But I'm not, Killuminati just gon' murder me like 'Pac Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive If it's like that, then fuck Tiamat You can laugh at my appearance Well fuck you for standin there starin, fuck everything on this planet~! Including the evil spirits, notwithstanding the aliens actin like they don't hear us, there's no need to fear us Just come down and help us, I love James Brown more than I love Elvis But that don't mean I'm selfish Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish Crispy, crunchy, black crawlin out of Hell's pit You scream for hardcore, I felt it But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit? You won't do a motherfuckin thing Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit Cause if my brothers stand next to me, the energy expands collectively The world was never ready for me And they ain't ready for they own freedom neither, they perish from the heater The fire breathers crawl out of they cage to eat 'em like thin crust pizza, Cthulhu creatures with rough features Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus How many meters? Reload and squeeze it I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even That's where the biggest demon is, it's no secret But nobody else sees it so they won't believe it But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down I got possessed by my own raps, wow~! Knock knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle but at least I got better beats now Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad I'd apologize but you actin like a real fag What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like? 12 years later I still don't get acknowledged for the shit that I write But I don't want to talk to you now It'd be a motherfuckin miracle if you even see me walkin around They still ask me about "Second Round" even now "Canibus can you tell us what happened again?" Look at this fuckin clown Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question and act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em You a cyborg unit with no soul to it Stupid surrogate, 12 years later I'm on some other shit And so is the whole world, look at the motherships And so is the whole world, look at the motherships [Outro: Professor Griff] After this album, they gon' call me a leader but I'm not The Illuminati's gon' kill me just like they did 'Pac Blood sacrifice, or not It's Professor Griff the ex-minister Signing out