Canibus Lyrics
Canibus Lyrics
"Indestructible Lyrics"
Verisimilitude Lyrics
(Raymond McGinley) I've got a pocketful of words in my brain I pull something out when I think I should I feel like I'm going insane I'm not
(Raymond McGinley) I've got a pocketful of words in my brain I pull something out when I think I should I feel like I'm going insane I'm not
Yo, I be the indestructible thug,
the type to draw first blood wit eight-ounce gloves,
If you want it, you can get it, so when you can't disarm it don't sweat it,
The bomb'll blow if you tamper wit it,
I'm analytic, so run for cover when I kick it,
Lyrics'll fly like a bullet when the hammer hit it,
Thinking About You Lyrics
It was a beautiful morning On a hill where the wind only carried the sound Of the mockingbird's song And I was thinking about you All the fl
While you niggaz is babblin, my lyrics is travellin, It was a beautiful morning On a hill where the wind only carried the sound Of the mockingbird's song And I was thinking about you All the fl
like a javelin, to stab you in the abdomen.
Acronyms and nouns, ??? and adjectives, you can't fuck wit tha Canibus
You catch damages beyond repair,
my lyrics fly through the boot window to strike the engineer
I can maintain thresholds of pain,
and walk
The Hang Out Gang (In Album High Cumberland Jubilee) Lyrics
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason 1971 The tour bus passed here yesterday Exciting all the fools who pay To see the naked lady in our yard <
across the sun barefoot lookin for shadeBy: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason 1971 The tour bus passed here yesterday Exciting all the fools who pay To see the naked lady in our yard <
I re-arrange your ribcage like a twelve-gauge at close range,
change the position of your brain
Hard raps penetrate through your hard-hats and all that, kid, get'cha wig pilled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback,
runnin bull will hit you harder than runnin
There'll Always Be Music Lyrics
A mother sings as she rocks her babies Children sing the noted nursery rhymes The old church bell is ringing for the Sunday morning singing Music is
g back, A mother sings as she rocks her babies Children sing the noted nursery rhymes The old church bell is ringing for the Sunday morning singing Music is
stunning man with brave and cunning raps,
swiftly running laps around fourty-eight tracks.
Like uncut crack, fiends keep coming back,
headz is flippin like acrobats on gym mats,
from wax to analogue tapes to digital DATS,
it's critical black, the Canibus is ill like that