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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that\nEnvy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that\nWetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club\nFired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up\nClub New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there\nToo many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there\nSpeed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down\nHome of the underground; why they always close it down?\nCentury Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it\nOne Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit\nSynagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there\nLyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.88] (Canibus)\n[00:19.01] Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones\n[00:22.63] Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow\n[00:24.44] ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam\n[00:27.16] Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones\n[00:29.89] Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones\n[00:31.70] Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones\n[00:34.42] Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh\n[00:37.13] Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat\n[00:39.87] Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch\n[00:42.60] I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges\n[00:45.31] Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists\n[00:48.03] After I dip them in hydrochloric waters\n[00:49.84] Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect\n[00:52.57] Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses\n[00:55.30] My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist\n[00:58.01] And connect them like letters when they in cursive\n[00:59.82] (Canibus)\n[01:00.72] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:02.53] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:05.23] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:07.94] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:09.77] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:12.51] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:15.21] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:17.93] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:18.83] (Canibus)\n[01:19.74] Yo, Yo\n[01:20.66] I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts\n[01:22.47] At twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen\n[01:25.18] With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them\n[01:27.89] And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines\n[01:30.63] So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme?\n[01:33.35] Is a fucking porcupine half-swine?\n[01:35.17] No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\n[01:37.90] Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\n[01:40.61] My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\n[01:43.31] Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\n[01:46.93] Standing out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\n[01:50.56] God damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n[01:53.30] ‘Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\n[01:56.01] And I can't seem to get away from it\n[01:57.82] I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\n[02:00.53] In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\n[02:03.26] I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\n[02:05.99] There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\n[02:08.71] Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\n[02:10.52] When I aim and fire my rhymes\n[02:12.33] Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\n[02:15.95] While the art of emceeing is steady dying\n[02:18.69] That nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n[02:21.41] (Canibus)\n[02:22.31] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:23.21] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:25.92] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:28.63] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:31.37] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:33.19] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:35.89] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:38.60] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:40.41] (Canibus)\n[02:41.31] Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that\n[02:44.03] Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that\n[02:45.84] Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club\n[02:48.58] Fired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up\n[02:51.31] Club New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there\n[02:54.02] Too many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there\n[02:55.82] Speed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down\n[02:59.51] Home of the underground; why they always close it down?\n[03:01.31] Century Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it\n[03:04.03] One Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit\n[03:06.74] Synagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there\n[03:09.49] Lyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there\n[03:12.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mic-Nificent\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: 2000 B.C.\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones\n  start_ms: 27160\n  end_ms: 29890\n- text: Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones\n  start_ms: 29890\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 34420\n- text: Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh\n  start_ms: 34420\n  end_ms: 37130\n- text: Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat\n  start_ms: 37130\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 45310\n- text: Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists\n  start_ms: 45310\n  end_ms: 48030\n- text: After I dip them in hydrochloric waters\n  start_ms: 48030\n  end_ms: 49840\n- text: Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect\n  start_ms: 49840\n  end_ms: 52570\n- text: Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses\n  start_ms: 52570\n  end_ms: 55300\n- text: My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist\n  start_ms: 55300\n  end_ms: 58010\n- text: And connect them like letters when they in cursive\n  start_ms: 58010\n  end_ms: 59820\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 59820\n  end_ms: 60720\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 60720\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 65230\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 65230\n  end_ms: 67940\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 67940\n  end_ms: 69770\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 69770\n  end_ms: 72510\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 72510\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 77930\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 77930\n  end_ms: 78830\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 78830\n  end_ms: 79740\n- text: Yo, Yo\n  start_ms: 79740\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: At twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 85180\n- text: With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them\n  start_ms: 85180\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: So ask yourself a question; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that\nEnvy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that\nWetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club\nFired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up\nClub New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there\nToo many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there\nSpeed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down\nHome of the underground; why they always close it down?\nCentury Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it\nOne Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit\nSynagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there\nLyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.88] (Canibus)\n[00:19.01] Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones\n[00:22.63] Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow\n[00:24.44] ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam\n[00:27.16] Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones\n[00:29.89] Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones\n[00:31.70] Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones\n[00:34.42] Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh\n[00:37.13] Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat\n[00:39.87] Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch\n[00:42.60] I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges\n[00:45.31] Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists\n[00:48.03] After I dip them in hydrochloric waters\n[00:49.84] Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect\n[00:52.57] Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses\n[00:55.30] My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist\n[00:58.01] And connect them like letters when they in cursive\n[00:59.82] (Canibus)\n[01:00.72] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:02.53] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:05.23] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:07.94] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:09.77] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:12.51] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:15.21] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:17.93] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:18.83] (Canibus)\n[01:19.74] Yo, Yo\n[01:20.66] I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts\n[01:22.47] At twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen\n[01:25.18] With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them\n[01:27.89] And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines\n[01:30.63] So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme?\n[01:33.35] Is a fucking porcupine half-swine?\n[01:35.17] No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\n[01:37.90] Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\n[01:40.61] My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\n[01:43.31] Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\n[01:46.93] Standing out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\n[01:50.56] God damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n[01:53.30] ‘Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\n[01:56.01] And I can't seem to get away from it\n[01:57.82] I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\n[02:00.53] In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\n[02:03.26] I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\n[02:05.99] There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\n[02:08.71] Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\n[02:10.52] When I aim and fire my rhymes\n[02:12.33] Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\n[02:15.95] While the art of emceeing is steady dying\n[02:18.69] That nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n[02:21.41] (Canibus)\n[02:22.31] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:23.21] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:25.92] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:28.63] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:31.37] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:33.19] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:35.89] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:38.60] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:40.41] (Canibus)\n[02:41.31] Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that\n[02:44.03] Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that\n[02:45.84] Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club\n[02:48.58] Fired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up\n[02:51.31] Club New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there\n[02:54.02] Too many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there\n[02:55.82] Speed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down\n[02:59.51] Home of the underground; why they always close it down?\n[03:01.31] Century Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it\n[03:04.03] One Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit\n[03:06.74] Synagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there\n[03:09.49] Lyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there\n[03:12.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mic-Nificent\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: 100 Greatest 00s Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones\n  start_ms: 27160\n  end_ms: 29890\n- text: Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones\n  start_ms: 29890\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 34420\n- text: Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh\n  start_ms: 34420\n  end_ms: 37130\n- text: Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat\n  start_ms: 37130\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 45310\n- text: Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists\n  start_ms: 45310\n  end_ms: 48030\n- text: After I dip them in hydrochloric waters\n  start_ms: 48030\n  end_ms: 49840\n- text: Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect\n  start_ms: 49840\n  end_ms: 52570\n- text: Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses\n  start_ms: 52570\n  end_ms: 55300\n- text: My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist\n  start_ms: 55300\n  end_ms: 58010\n- text: And connect them like letters when they in cursive\n  start_ms: 58010\n  end_ms: 59820\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 59820\n  end_ms: 60720\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 60720\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 65230\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 65230\n  end_ms: 67940\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 67940\n  end_ms: 69770\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 69770\n  end_ms: 72510\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 72510\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 77930\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 77930\n  end_ms: 78830\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 78830\n  end_ms: 79740\n- text: Yo, Yo\n  start_ms: 79740\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: At twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 85180\n- text: With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them\n  start_ms: 85180\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: So ask yourself a question; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\n[01:33.35] Is a fucking porcupine half-swine?\n[01:35.17] No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\n[01:37.90] Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\n[01:40.61] My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\n[01:43.31] Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\n[01:46.93] Standing out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\n[01:50.56] God damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n[01:53.30] ‘Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\n[01:56.01] And I can't seem to get away from it\n[01:57.82] I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\n[02:00.53] In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\n[02:03.26] I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\n[02:05.99] There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\n[02:08.71] Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\n[02:10.52] When I aim and fire my rhymes\n[02:12.33] Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\n[02:15.95] While the art of emceeing is steady dying\n[02:18.69] That nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n[02:21.41] (Canibus)\n[02:22.31] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:23.21] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:25.92] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:28.63] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:31.37] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:33.19] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:35.89] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:38.60] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:40.41] (Canibus)\n[02:41.31] Club Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\nIs a fucking porcupine half-swine?\nNo time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\nClip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\nMy rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\nWearing a blue shirt, and red pants,\nthrowing up signs with they left-hands\nStanding out on the corner of\nwetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\nGod damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\nAnd I can't seem to get away from it\nI dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\nIn my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\nI played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\nThere's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\nNine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\nWhen I aim and fire my rhymes\nLike a hundred cannonballs flying,\nstriking you one at a time, in a parallel line\nWhile the art of emceeing is steady dying\nThat nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n(Canibus)\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\nI prey on them, I spray on them\nFirst nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n(Canibus)\nClub Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that\nEnvy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that\nWetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club\nFired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up\nClub New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there\nToo many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there\nSpeed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down\nHome of the underground; why they always close it down?\nCentury Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it\nOne Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit\nSynagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there\nLyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.88] (Canibus)\n[00:19.01] Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones\n[00:22.63] Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow\n[00:24.44] ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam\n[00:27.16] Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones\n[00:29.89] Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones\n[00:31.70] Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones\n[00:34.42] Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh\n[00:37.13] Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat\n[00:39.87] Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch\n[00:42.60] I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges\n[00:45.31] Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists\n[00:48.03] After I dip them in hydrochloric waters\n[00:49.84] Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect\n[00:52.57] Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses\n[00:55.30] My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist\n[00:58.01] And connect them like letters when they in cursive\n[00:59.82] (Canibus)\n[01:00.72] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:02.53] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:05.23] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:07.94] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:09.77] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:12.51] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:15.21] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[01:17.93] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[01:18.83] (Canibus)\n[01:19.74] Yo, Yo\n[01:20.66] I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts\n[01:22.47] at twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen\n[01:25.18] With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them\n[01:27.89] And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines\n[01:30.63] So ask yourself a question; Can the Canibus rhyme?\n[01:33.35] Is a fucking porcupine half-swine?\n[01:35.17] No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\n[01:37.90] Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\n[01:40.61] My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\n[01:43.31] Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants, throwing up signs with they left-hands\n[01:46.93] Standing out on the corner of wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\n[01:50.56] God damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n[01:53.30] ‘Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\n[01:56.01] And I can't seem to get away from it\n[01:57.82] I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\n[02:00.53] In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\n[02:03.26] I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\n[02:05.99] There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\n[02:08.71] Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\n[02:10.52] When I aim and fire my rhymes\n[02:12.33] Like a hundred cannonballs flying, striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\n[02:15.95] While the art of emceeing is steady dying\n[02:18.69] That nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n[02:21.41] (Canibus)\n[02:22.31] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:23.21] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:25.92] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:28.63] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:31.37] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:33.19] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:35.89] I prey on them, I spray on them\n[02:38.60] First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n[02:40.41] (Canibus)\n[02:41.31] Club Dodge; I wrecked that, Limelight; searched that\n[02:44.03] Envy; I murdered that, Club Soho; Never heard of that\n[02:45.84] Wetlands; dried it up, Cheaters; inside the club\n[02:48.58] Fired up, looking for a chicken to tie it up\n[02:51.31] Club New-York; I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there\n[02:54.02] Too many niggas be getting stabbed and shot there\n[02:55.82] Speed; I slowed it down, the Tunnel; they hold it down\n[02:59.51] Home of the underground; why they always close it down?\n[03:01.31] Century Club; the hot shit, the House of Blues; I rocked it\n[03:04.03] One Twelve A.T.L.; that's the dirty-South bomb shit\n[03:06.74] Synagogue; yeah I be there, Caribbean City; roll deep there\n[03:09.49] Lyricist Lounge; they be some real emcees there\n[03:12.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mic-Nificent (Album Version)\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: 2000 B.C.\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: ‘Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones\n  start_ms: 27160\n  end_ms: 29890\n- text: Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones\n  start_ms: 29890\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 34420\n- text: Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh\n  start_ms: 34420\n  end_ms: 37130\n- text: Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat\n  start_ms: 37130\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 45310\n- text: Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists\n  start_ms: 45310\n  end_ms: 48030\n- text: After I dip them in hydrochloric waters\n  start_ms: 48030\n  end_ms: 49840\n- text: Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect\n  start_ms: 49840\n  end_ms: 52570\n- text: Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses\n  start_ms: 52570\n  end_ms: 55300\n- text: My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist\n  start_ms: 55300\n  end_ms: 58010\n- text: And connect them like letters when they in cursive\n  start_ms: 58010\n  end_ms: 59820\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 59820\n  end_ms: 60720\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 60720\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 65230\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 65230\n  end_ms: 67940\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 67940\n  end_ms: 69770\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 69770\n  end_ms: 72510\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 72510\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: I prey on them, I spray on them\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 77930\n- text: First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  start_ms: 77930\n  end_ms: 78830\n- text: (Canibus)\n  start_ms: 78830\n  end_ms: 79740\n- text: Yo, Yo\n  start_ms: 79740\n  end_ms: 80660\n- text: I'm faster than leopards running across the vast deserts\n  start_ms: 80660\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: at twenty-two yards per second, to catch me the daily delicatessen\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 85180\n- text: With thirty-minutes to eat them, forty minutes to digest them\n  start_ms: 85180\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: And fifty-minutes for it to pass through my intestines\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: So ask yourself a question; 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Can the Canibus rhyme?\n  Is a fucking porcupine half-swine?\n  No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die?\n  Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind\n  My rhymes confuse niggas like someone trying to gangbang\n  Wearing a blue shirt, and red pants,\n  throwing up signs with they left-hands\n  Standing out on the corner of\n  wetlands, with a confederate flag for a headband\n  God damn eggplants, niggas getting me vexed man\n  'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav\n  And I can't seem to get away from it\n  I dreamt that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it\n  In my past life, I slayed hundreds, in the life before that\n  I played trumpets to warn you that I was coming\n  There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried\n  Nine-hundred million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine\n  When I aim and fire my rhymes\n  Like a hundred cannonballs flying,\n  striking you one at a time, in a parallel line\n  While the art of emceeing is steady dying\n  That nigga Can-I-Bus is still in his prime\n\n  (Canibus)\n  I prey on them, I spray on them\n  First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  I prey on them, I spray on them\n  First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n  I prey on them, I spray on them\n  First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n  I prey on them, I spray on them\n  First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Club Dodge; 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