Artist: Canibus f/ Born Sun, K-Rino Album: Lyrical Law (Disc 1) Song: The Art of Yo Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash "This man will be our hero, but fate will make him indestructible." "His name..." {*scratched: "yo, yo"*} [Iron Sheik on Howard Stern] LISTEN, VHAT THE FUCK? NO GOOD SUNNUVABICH~!! [Born Sun] Bastard style with no father tryin to claim the kid I called it X cause I ain't even tryin to name the shit Sun Dllah, see me on the stage with Rip Nitrogen lungs, yo my tongue mix propane with spit And I'm nice as the voice of Christ resurrected through mics Son of God, Son of Man, helping some of y'all will overstand Crash the Vatican as soon as I land I'm 'bout to set it on man in the Gulf of Adan I stand, in the Garden of Eden, unbeaten undefeated I tweeted pictures of Eve tonguin Jesus Scientology guides put my rhymes on photography slides to quantify the higher knowledge applied But I'm an uncaged animal, channelin Hannibal A cannibal, bite your head off and hand it to you SpitBoss, centrifugal force different from yours Sun is Born, this is "Lyrical Law" yo [Iron Sheik on Howard Stern] Fuck you! Who are you? Either {?}, or Kennedy McMahon (Fuck that guy! Fuck him!) EXACTLY~! (Put him up on the satellite right now) (Let's hear what he has to say for himself) [K-Rino] I've never been a friendly author Don't need a gangster beat to make me off ya I'll slaughter ya while playin Cyndi Lauper Better than y'all, give me one competitive brawl I throw a hundred miles an hour with a medicine ball I'll melt your fortress down to caramel softness Drive a charger through ya torso, parallel parkin That cosmic ray beam effect, I Hiroshima wreck Rap disaster so tragic they gave his ass a FEMA check Cadence is radiant, I pre-dated Arcadians I stayed with the brigade of alien ecto sapiens Hit your through the atrium of heavenly light Once I smite you like a left arm, you'll never be right I've used every word possible to let you know what I can do So I made something new, I'll collipherously clobber you You ain't legitimate, you posin like a model Dude I'll throttle you, liquidate and sixteen ounce bottle you [Iron Sheik on Howard Stern] IF YOU ARE THE MAN, COME AND SHOW ME Because I'm ready, you cheap sunnuvabich I just said it! I'm ready, any time you are! I'll wrestle in, anything you want What's the {?}cock up{?}, I'll beat you Now, you wanna come challenge with the Iron Sheik? [Canibus] I'm tryin to figure out, who this nigga barkin at Before his heart gets snatched, run up on him in a stocking cap Keep barkin like you hard, get stalked and clapped Come in the cage you get stomped on the mat Carve your name in the axe, then chop you in the back Hack off your femur bones, beat you with them like bats Put your remains in saran wrap, dump them in a alcohol vat You can rap, but you ain't all that Step inside, close the door, fuck you yawnin for? Kick your head off, now it's rollin on the floor like a bowling ball Open the door, clean this fuckin mess off my wall And don't ever mention his name no more You dig, you follow me nigga, I follow you quicker You got a weak ticker, told you not to fuck with the Ripper Have you showin your true colors, drinkin blood from your liver You a dickrider, and you an Indian giver Wagin war with some guerillas, I'll bludgeon you by the river The park ranger is pissin, he gon' find you while they fishin Fist to the face, herpes simplex outbreak Alienated aliens get ate by alien apes You food nigga~! Throw yourself over the gate How does alien taste? Like mammalian waste You ain't swift, youse a dumb fuck; I'll have you breathin like your lungs got struck by two-hundred pound nunchucks Straight motherfuckers get slayed for hip-hop if you love it like Kill Bill between a hundred gay lovers I'm the illest nigga say somethin; yeah I thought so Shut the fuck up things'll go back to normal I ain't happy though, now I'm in battle mode The President of hip-hop, with mad motherfuckers on the grassy knoll I take it back to my curriculum days What you say? I body you in meticulous ways Cause you thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze Let me tell you somethin, don't pop shit, fistula face Battle league nigga, talking shit's for amateurs nigga God dammit~! Y'all livin off fantasies nigga You wanna battle that bad, aight go get your camera When it's my turn, I got a four and a half pound answer When I was young, I took down hard targets You a sausage nigga, for coming at me like a novice You never heard "Fraternity of the Impoverished?" Motherfucker, can't you see that I'm an artist? I don't want them childish problems Lyrical manslaughter charges interfere with my "Lyrical Law" process Out rap me, that's preposterous Metaphor marksman mudswampin, we hunt down hip-hop monsters Skin 'em alive tie their carcass to the bottom of my Polaris then drive them all the way to Wisconsin, partner Fuck around, throw yo' ass under the bus face down Lay down, we gonna wait for this Greyhound The fuck you gon' say now? Do me a favour, stop weighin me down Fuckin clown, "Lyrical Law" is too muscle bound Houdini style nigga, just struggle and drown Get it over with, you can never fuck with my style You got raped nigga, you bleedin, don't touch my towel You can spit them whack juice punchline lines all you want But don't front, bottom line, I'm a champ, you a chump You can spit your stupid punchlines all you want But after this the whole world gon' see who won That's what you wanted right, get the fuck off my mic {*scratched: "yo, yo"*}