Текст песни Canibus /\ Cambatta (Canibus) с переводом

I’m a nine-dimensional being spitting photon directional beams

CBD serve my medical needs

Move your ass, nigga ain’t got no gravitas

I’ma tell you one time, me and you are not sized

There is no secret for patience, the key to being patient is sacred

And those results are not easily taken

You want to build? Do it for real

Unite, brother, steel sharpens steel

Listen to me, just (breathe)

Yea, I be old-school growling, communities by the thousands and counting

Coming down off a Mingledorff mountain

With books and tube pouches and million dollar equipment vouchers

Education, you ain’t shit without it, how about it?

They took the game make it hard to support that lane

YouTube views probably bought that fame

I’d rather go to bass shop pro than deal with yo ignorant ass, yo

'cause our people are always last to know

Rap music should have been had unions, but it don’t

Try to get 'em to stop the confusion, but they won’t

And now here we are, 2018, still got the same problems

Chaos a prelude to conflict

You know necessity is the mother of ideas

And a bad idea is the father of all fears

The black and loud herd mentality crowd dreadlocks

Be looking like some dirty ass black and mild’s

If you ain’t melanated? Black or brown? You ain’t down

How that sound? Who’s possessed by the spirit of a savage now?

You better check them false facts in your files

Division’ll have your mouth starving looking for a hand out

Man down, everybody fan out, it’s your fault the plan went south

Say the word you the big man now

I don’t think so, they move every way the wind blow

Kimbo, purse snatch a bimbo don’t get shit though

Homie, these niggas lonely and phony

Crowd-funded for groceries, some of these Hotep niggas is hungry

I germinated the waters, you just tasting out of my faucet

You like the taste? We created the sources/sauces

The Jamaican mason cooking Cajun bacon with a fig-leaf apron

With the information to raise a nation

The green is the Ankh, the black is the God

My gold staff is a stick that makes buckets of lard

Lord Have Mercy, that nigga got bars

James Bond with a turbo-saw, but still they resent the God

Spit bars til my voice goes hoarse, circular saws slice jaws

No novacaine but take twice as long

I am the monk of Mingledorff, I mutilate every single song

My drum machine cut your fingers off

Let’s talk; I see where you went wrong

You was smoking embalming fluid out the morgue and held your breathe too long

Yea, I’m floored but my God is an awesome God

Meanwhile, your paws are too short to walk with dogs

Mt. Rushmore Olmec face; your security clearance not up to date

So I’ma have to stop you at the gate

Thermovision whistles and bells, your superheat smells

So on your way to Hell let me give you this cool gel

Sound off, let me hear you yell; who you gonna tell?

When I was proof-reading the grail? You was learning how to spell

Talk to my abbot; I hooked the dragon up to your wagon

2018, you talking about horsepower, you lackin'

Layerin raps, matching, you still mackie-board four tracking

Rip the Jacker got all the action

Canibus, canned by the classic, Full Spectrum Dominance

Triple blackness, release the albino kraken

On the bible, I swore solemnly

Lord watching me, born of a moor progeny

Source of a pure prophecy

Before Constantine, travel to Nicaea and courted a core following

Modestly, freedom before sovereignty

I don’t believe in the theme of a war policy

Amistad, land of the street and like four blocks from me

Cinque speaking and God orator pompously

My phrase couplets change the way brains function

Hard metal skin brown 'cause it’s rain rusted

Tie ropes to your limbs then i play puppets

Cut a hole in your stomach then i make munchkins

I ate tongues to taste tastebuds

If you taste my tastebuds you’ll taste bud

I showed up at gunfights and gave hugs

Make em put they guns down

Shoot em with the same gun, blame drugs

Failure is the best lesson

She didn’t know my name but she kept guessing

I told her gold string makes the best threading

When I rump, my steel skin deflects weapons

Teflon chest vested, lungs burning

Breath ganja, sweat resin, ep-lep-tic (epileptic)

Before the beginning I knew the best ending

Thought of the answer before the next question

Soothsayer, earth sun moonmaker

Born instantly, mother never knew labor

Shroom taker, Obi with the blue saber

Legend King James left out like a new maker

Who’s greater? I draw a circle on a Etch A Sketch

No birth defects but I got death defects

Exhale, reach out, catch the breath

We inhale it back in before the second breath

Melchizedek, hope is like a god that I never met

Sleeping so hard that I rest erect

I found a treasure chest

I’ma carry as much as my hands hold then I’m leaving you whatever’s left

I rotate the earth with my feet

Like I’m running on the top exterior of a hamster wheel

He’s the Morpheus, I’m the Exile

In the simulation, we got the keys and the pills

Dr. Seuss talk to Zeus

Jump up, grab the sun, alleyoop

Break the chain to the subconscious loop

Prophets' moms are commonly prostitutes

God’s recruit, lies are the honest truth

Crabs are big spiders in lobster suits (cute)

Pen sharp, when I write cut a desk in half

My writtens are better chiseled than metal slabs

Lift iron, my sceptre’s a magnetic staff

Long blade hidden inside like a machete has

Repenting penning a pentagram in a pantograph

Fresh up out the pen in a pentagon with a weapon stash

Get it past, sleight of hand, Penn & Teller fast

Fast like the Pentium i9 that Dell’ll have

Heavy like appendix that Adele’ll have

White singer, Lightbringer, let the devil cast

Horse legs, Annamite figure goat head attached

Born Siamese till I ate the second half like a breakfast snack

Colorblind, only see things in the three that my spectrum has

Green, red and black like the Kenyan flag

Every fella Helen Keller ever met is black

I love neck so much I bought a pet giraffe

Bang arm like funny bone and then I laugh

Fist iron, beat sand out a heavy bag

Right jab, right jab, tip to the left and jab

Left body uppercut, head hit the leather mat

Hopefully he wakes up after ten seconds pass

I hit him harder than gettin past a depressin past

I throw my du-rag in the sea and trigger a three

Hundred and sixty degree tidal wave

We are each one cell in a giant brain

Life a game, self is the boss in the final stage

Compared to the Nephilim, Yao Ming’s a dwarf

King of lords with double door to Mingledorff

Cambatta, Canibus, bring a cross

Carry it up a mountain till we exhaust