Artist: Canibus Album: Lyrical Law (Disc 1) Song: Lyrical Noir Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Iron Sheik on Howard Stern] + (Warrior impersonator) Fuck that! (Sheik what happened?) I heard about you! You can be son of a bitch sometimes BAD, but I'm the MASTER of the bad You lie to me again? (I'm sick, and TIRED) (of what you've been saying about me in the media) [Canibus - over Intro] Lyrical Noir This is Lyrical Law Say it some more Lyrical Law Lyrical Noir Yo [Canibus] Give me some more slack on this rope I run your boney ass throat over in a zodiac boat 46 degrees North, 6 degrees East The Large Hadron Collider gave birth to a beast that speaks They quote my speech, vocal motifs over dope beats All lyricists know me! That's why the industry's debunkin my lyrics with digital trunking equipment, they don't want you to listen The Ripper's language won't appeal to the masses because they look past it Only the masters know the seal of theSscarab Some humans are born average based off environmental circumstances You organic piece of shit, you sub-standard But do not be embarrassed by your underdeveloped status It's up to you to find the right questions and ask it Research leads to results, sometimes we find meaning after Other times they're just meaningless babblers Don't believe these rappers, fake unbelievable bastards Comet Elenin is comin straight at us, don't believe NASA Take matters into your own hands Stop being slow and actin like hoes, get with the fuckin program Hip-Hop is the greatest genre known to man If we focus, the poetry is so advanced We can overthrow any plan and control man You got soul? Let's Jam! "Lyrical Law," I'm the Canibus Man What's the buy-in minimum? 88 sales program and the number of stores, I don't care no more This is Lyrical Law Noir hardcore raw metaphors for you and yours You can't say you wasn't warned Thousands of bars, them dummies couldn't stomach my bars They rather conform, they throwin up they pompoms You don't wanna wrestle with Armstrong We sever blood vessels tryin to mess with the God's poem Damage any motherfuckin beat that I rhyme on Connect to the God's thoughts, possess your iPod, I grind hard Intellectual hardboard, take it back to hip-hop +Style Wars+ Gruntin like a pack of wild boars Power source "Lyrical Law," my bomb squad full force Call 'em off we got too much torque Nitrous oxide bars pull a bull of course Pitch fork to you neck just to prove I'm raw Iron horse, smack DVD, battle rap dwarf Slap you with the flat part of the sword, now you back for more Passing yourself off like a rap star But you support whack bars that's why rap is lost Fact! You a Cool J crack whore You snitch like police labradors tryin to sniff out Sasquatch Man up, no more lip service and back wash Stand up! I'ma break off you're back paws Thor's hammer crack jaws, attack y'all, fracture your skull Mountain man axe to your loins Self-employed like Donald Goines, cash cows on steroids I don't fall for deceptions or decoys I'm a beast and I'm clairvoyant Your soy won't tear the beat up whether or not you appear on it Double trouble dear promise fuck you and your comments The chairman of "Lyrical Law" will be honored The last man standin, after the internet is abandoned James Cameron with a gamma ray cannon Nekobs brainwashed Hip Hop, and they came from Saturn They were the first alien race of rappers They landed in North Africa, their teeth be gnashin Their names look like acronyms, they released the Kraken They live in underground cabins They slither fast through the inner-earth labyrinth They move in S-patterns though deep planet chasms I chase 'em and trap 'em, detailin the action for tryin to desecrate the Sabbath of the lyrical master, faggots I laid them on top of each other like Abu Ghraib They spacecraft look like the Eiffel Tower in Paris They pray for my downfall to orchestrate all hip-hop's imbalance They underestimated my talent I hold the globe up like Atlas, they lied about Canibus Ask 'em, I'm the world's greatest motherfuckin rapper~! They slandered my character through private and public propaganda They tell the people I'm Dr. Doppelganger They ask me shit, that they know I'm not gon' answer Extinction Level Event, they can't stop the disaster Cocksucker stop the camera, cause you know that I'm a miserable bastard I crack lens, break microchips and melt plastic You Canibus? Who's askin? That's Captain Cold Crush to you maggot, you a lyrical has-been "Lyrical Law"'s a classic they can't get past it The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet "Lyrical Law"'s a classic they can't get past it The beats, the rhymes, the features, every single facet The microphone assassin 'bout to get at 'em The Dragon of Judah breathe fire 'til his last breath Full battle rattle in action lyrical metal jackets Coming through with several new attachments Computers is crashin, hackers is laughin Rapid eye movement, try to keep up with the captain What's happenin? [Ultimate Warrior impersonator from Howard Stern returns] I am a true champion, I will fucking beat your ass Any time, anywhere, when the moon, and stars, and the planets align I will beat your ass! {*scratched in: "he's my kind of man"*}