Canibus: Inner G

(Killah Priest)
I hide my face like the Elephant Man, follow, you reach
Out of long black sleeves with skeleton hands
Touch rappers, watch them rot, they skin fall off
Boil in the pavement, on the cold boardwalks
Then I laugh like the Joker, while pissin' on 'em
Then put on my hood, wait on the next corner
The next victim, look at his face, with tears in my eyes
That crystalize and turn into stone, before they fall from my dome
Like an avalanche, the way I spit sound like an African chant
The Priest run through MC's like I'm trampelin' ants
Peep the form, it's a Vatican stance
The Pope Victor the first, the flow spit with a curse
The sicker the verse, the more bodies to stick in the dirt
Wait around, I'mma pick you a hearse
I like them long black ones, drive around while spinning on two wheels
It's whatever you feel, blue steel
On black day, silver clouds when the mack spray
Turn rappers back into clay
My mind's a museum filled with microphone exhibits
Of rhymes that I write, that look like pictures

(Ras Kass)
Aiyo, my technique is bezerk, bezerk, I'm better than ya'll niggas
Pull ya fucking skin off like a T-shirt
We taught, no remorse, donate aborted rappers for skin cell research
I spit a few bars, and niggas is Fubar
You wouldn't ride on me if you was driving two cars, homey
The mind of Caesar Augustus, rocking a caesar
Eating a caesar salad in August
Plus I'm allustrious, I've been with the boys
Born and raised in L.A. by monster Co-D's
Slowly chose the dark side for ice cold forties
Like Obi-Wan Kenobi with an iced out Rollie
And might fuck a white bitch, don't get it fucked up
Love black chicks, but they don't like to suck nuts
So tell me what the hell am I suppose to do
It's like sipping siz-urp, in youth and I'm suppose to screw
Talk slimey like Oprah, people shit backwards
Just to make Harpo out of Oprah
Ras spit sicker than most groups put together
Cuz ya'll put together, I put foot to leather
And walk over dead bodies, like Rise of the Machines
Don't be suprised, nigga, it's Idi Amin
Rappers get 'ate' up, like that number on Kobe's jersey
God dammit it, I pop that swervy

(Canibus)
Canibus, the only M.C. on Earth,
That did geophysical research, about the new rebirth
The Sun turn the Earth, to rotisserie dirt
Listen 'fore you start dissing me first, this'll be worse
Twelve degree pole shift, displace the ocean
They send space probes in, they come back broken
Armageddon omen, Planet X inbound
That rapidly approaching, none of us are chosen
Field manual, two zero dash four six
Your life's getting away, you better run for it
Population reduction, mass destruction
The reset button is coming and some of us love it
The return of Niburu, we will prepare you
Stay away from the media, they will scare you
Rappers respect beef, tactics and technique
I'mma show you how the best compete, let's peep
My verse on the mic, is a surgical strike
Of herbal delight with no personal life
Live Saturday Night, sacrifice, batter the mic
Jab to the left, jab to the right

(Kurupt)
I'm the scripture sculpture, volcanic
You ignoramous, I'm the future
Volcanic vulture, proverb
I fire words, test this cannon
All opponents, poetry Leonist
Spartan, you just can't sink me
Shots, Hell's Kitchen, to Hellsinki
Since I was born, it's all about roaming
Since the Roman wars, I've been Caesar
Master seizures, master of diseases
Throughout the legions, temperature's beyond degrees
Terrifying like Saddam allegiance
Ingenius, fuck ya, I don't wanna have to bust ya open
But I think you're looking too closely
And I don't wanna have to bust ya eyes, fuck it
Fuck your eyes, fuck your momma, fuck the drama
Who needs it, who like it, who bleeds it
Who think it, who smoke it, who drink it
Mothafucka, I'mma start shrinking
Each and every one of you niggas, bitches particles
You walk in and get read like articles
Shredding, I'mma teach all of ya'll
How to start poetry, beheading, of the headless Horsemen, nigga
Read the perscription, try it once, instantaneous addiction
If you ever wanna see me
H-O-R-S-E-M-E-N, nigga, nigga, nigga