Canibus - The Goetia

Song Rating: 7.10/10

Song lyrics:


And this variation of analogy of working that comes from
On this idea that they were created on the Earth
These giants were created by the natural themselves
They can manifest..

Nothin to prove, nothin to lose
Can-I-Bus - bussin in the booth
Straight out (The Goetia) to eat ya
This is the fire breather
Nothin to prove, nothin to lose
Can-I-Bus and Mic Club - bussin in the booth

Microphone check one-two, you know what it is
Can-I-Bus, still gettin biz
Rip mics, gas molecules emit light
I bring delta T.C. squared to the fistfight
First, I developed the fence
Then negotiate disarmament from the other side of the fence
Hence, the tetrahedron is a prison for a four-headed demon
I weaken, every time I see him
Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleedin
I create Hip-Hop but dont need it
I turn my back on rap like God turned his back on Eden
To return like Cat Stevens
For those who believe it, I live it, I breathe it
I smash mics to pieces, thats the secret
I cannot fail, I rock bells
On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale
Any artist can turn a garden to a desert
But can he turn a desert to a garden?
Thats where I come in, runnin, straight gunnin
Ready to punish, n***a I dont budge one inch
f** it, double the budget

n***az turned Hip-Hop to somethin it wasnt
Made it hard to love it
So I come back to conquer with a monster mantra
My spiritual father is Swami Vivekananda
Rhymes promote freedom, stabilize the region
Think for yourselves, its just like breathin
The departed Hip-Hop artist regardin the condition of the carnage
Dead farmers I already saw it
Back to the army, back to pituitary
Back to the heartbeat, off-beat on a dark street
Comfy, aggressive a**istive trainin
Hajji somewhere waitin, one minute remainin
Satellites counter locatin, the bloodbath begins bathin
We both believe were fightin Satan
Cause we both got the same God, who accepts the same sacrifice
Blood, tears, life, fine picks and trowels are real
I was holdin a weapon when I was overpowered, there was no album
Thirty-minute sessions cleanin weapons askin myself questions
About what happened last mission, Radiation isolation
Ima a**hole but Im patient for a nurse with nice shaped tits
Im a poet, my house is a palace
A small cavernous pa**age, darker than the Catacombs of Paris
Chateau de Canibus, Saint Germaine sadomasochist
I dont use chains to trap a b**h
Dont get distracted, repeat your raps schematic
Over and over until its automatic
My body is a machine, machines need fuel
Two gastro-nasal tubes, feed me smoothie food
The recluse clearly produced the abstract schematic
You can use over a gla** of fresh-squeezed pear juice
Right side paralyzed above the waist
Below the waist the left side paralyzed, this a unique case
Its a challenge to rhyme great, lost weight
Lost sense of smell and taste, wastin away payin attention to space
Sayin wait! open the gate, rusty screwers reverberate
Through the deserted desolate space of this purgative place
Grimoires and metaphor law, make your skin crawl
Nothin to prove, this is lyrical law

Date of text publication: 04.07.2021 at 13:10