OnTheAir420
06-15-2007, 05:48 AM
[CANIBUS]
A isolated regime that works twice the pace of your
Team, these Jedi Mind Tricks are no dream
Kill-code received, you do not need to know
What you need, you will be uplinked to the feed
The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint
Germaine holding a oil lamp with a purple flame
Shuffling down the dark corridor, chasing the voice
Of the orator, the light brightens more and more
Your muscles tight and sore, you fall
To waist height then crawl as you are forced to recite bars
From Ars Notoria... What is the origin
Metaphoric euphoria, lobotomise the audience
Rap music recruited, those who refuse it will
Be uprooted then electrocuted then executed
Flesh is fluid, physically it's a stretch to do it
You wake up cold, wet and wounded playing my music
The strong believe in me, the weak try to weaken me
But they are not allowed to speak to me that easily
The fans get neglected, can't get their favourite record
They only get to what's selected, not requested
They are wasting your time, just think about that
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap
Wisely worded speech, frame and technique, and thermal heat
Bridges the verbal to the beat providing earth for your feet
I rip granite, the universe shaped like this planet
Nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged
Virtuoso Vivaldi, Aleister Crowley
With Abaldi, flow flawlessly, cathedral halls applaud me
Red-Three-Delta... they call me, in the Red Army
Armoury, talking softly, walking calmly, the officers saw me
Cursing at the bastard commie- pass the salami
Rhyming off-beat, they poured me caffeine, not coffee...
[VINNIE PAZ]
You'll never hear nothing as evil as this, I carry
Desert eagles into the cathedral and lick, my people
Is sick, your people unbelievably bitch, in Moga-
-dishu counting money, inconceivably rich, a
Feverish pitch, I'll hit you so you bleed when you piss, I feel
Sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis, I see through
The mist, I see you faggots weak in the wrist, I ain't
Rappin' no more, Pazienza speak with the fist, I see
The abyss, but I ain't going near no more, I'm too
Old, so I ain't lickin' in the air no more
'Bis, who these motherfuckers that's thinkin' it's war
In '88 the only white boy spittin' it raw, I kicked in
The door, and spoke on metaphysics and all, but they was
Too stupid to understand the vision involved, I wish that
We all had platinum that could christen the wall, but I'ma
Ride for you regardless if it's business involved...
A isolated regime that works twice the pace of your
Team, these Jedi Mind Tricks are no dream
Kill-code received, you do not need to know
What you need, you will be uplinked to the feed
The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint
Germaine holding a oil lamp with a purple flame
Shuffling down the dark corridor, chasing the voice
Of the orator, the light brightens more and more
Your muscles tight and sore, you fall
To waist height then crawl as you are forced to recite bars
From Ars Notoria... What is the origin
Metaphoric euphoria, lobotomise the audience
Rap music recruited, those who refuse it will
Be uprooted then electrocuted then executed
Flesh is fluid, physically it's a stretch to do it
You wake up cold, wet and wounded playing my music
The strong believe in me, the weak try to weaken me
But they are not allowed to speak to me that easily
The fans get neglected, can't get their favourite record
They only get to what's selected, not requested
They are wasting your time, just think about that
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap
Wisely worded speech, frame and technique, and thermal heat
Bridges the verbal to the beat providing earth for your feet
I rip granite, the universe shaped like this planet
Nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged
Virtuoso Vivaldi, Aleister Crowley
With Abaldi, flow flawlessly, cathedral halls applaud me
Red-Three-Delta... they call me, in the Red Army
Armoury, talking softly, walking calmly, the officers saw me
Cursing at the bastard commie- pass the salami
Rhyming off-beat, they poured me caffeine, not coffee...
[VINNIE PAZ]
You'll never hear nothing as evil as this, I carry
Desert eagles into the cathedral and lick, my people
Is sick, your people unbelievably bitch, in Moga-
-dishu counting money, inconceivably rich, a
Feverish pitch, I'll hit you so you bleed when you piss, I feel
Sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis, I see through
The mist, I see you faggots weak in the wrist, I ain't
Rappin' no more, Pazienza speak with the fist, I see
The abyss, but I ain't going near no more, I'm too
Old, so I ain't lickin' in the air no more
'Bis, who these motherfuckers that's thinkin' it's war
In '88 the only white boy spittin' it raw, I kicked in
The door, and spoke on metaphysics and all, but they was
Too stupid to understand the vision involved, I wish that
We all had platinum that could christen the wall, but I'ma
Ride for you regardless if it's business involved...