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Yeah, that’s the beat right there
I’m about to black out with 100 bars
On some professional shit
So don’t try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo
My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs an' Mayans
Because I recognize it’s all about timin'
Me an' my freestyle alliance practicin' African Voodoo science
In front of 20 foot bonfires
Lookin' skyward, calculatin'
May 5, 2000, the nine planets’ll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale Bopp comet
With Mercury ion rockets
An' a big ass 'Canibus comin' soon' poster on the side of it
I’m known geographically an' intergalactically
That’s why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin' me an' they would’ve snatched me
If their craft didn’t get trapped in the Earth’s gravity

Engines started to fail, crashed into a farmer’s field
An' that’s really what caused 'Roswell'
Undercover operatives workin' for Com 12
Disguised as a nigga, signed with a record deal
Lyrically I’m off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y’all feel
Bruisin' niggas, confusin' niggas
Like Chip Fu from the Fu Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Whack niggas wanna be down but it’s not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced an' you’ll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I’ll bust your shit, swell your lip an' get the bubba shrimp
Back the tougher shit, what a wimp
You giant Goliath, niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I’m an experiment gone bad
My brainwaves on an encephalograph
Show that I’m stark ravin' mad
Your whole scientific staff’ll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
An' you get stabbed with all the flyin' glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nigga's breath’ll last, I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck an' gag
Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh
“You wanna battle?”, is the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a tougher task, see who the fuck’ll last
Whoever lose’ll get a solderin' iron up the ass
You need to recognize, my hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives, infinite rhymes that can’t die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dames
Dividin' myself into 100 ten times
You can’t deny the offerin's an offer
Flows that glow with Aurora’s the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MCs, then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin' it on since I been born an' I’m a live long
An' I’m a be gettin' it on till I’m gone
Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nigga like me should have carpal tunnel syndromes
In the wrist bones from grippin' microphones this long
I’m just a small fish in a big pond
An' gets pissed off whenever I get picked on
Nigga try to flip an' get flipped on
My army march, a million strong
Like the Nation of Islam, with suede timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits an' night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob, shittin' on niggas
Drawn to a hideous form with horns an' a mink on
Duckin' down low like Vietnam fightin' the Vietcong
Screamin', “Incoming” when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader, surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
An' 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag an' withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
An' smash y’all
Attach y’all to the back of my horse
An' drag y’all across the motherfuckin' asphalt
9 outta 10 niggas is frauds
You know who you are always talkin' about your bitches an' your cars
Your jewelry an' your girls, it’s like we from two different worlds
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves
'Cause I’m beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit
I close my eyes when I freestyle, so I could read what picture crossed in
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer an' cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you’ve been thrown in a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers an' hit ’em with some more shit
The raw shit, call my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk an' draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfucker to cross it
I’ll even call my man, Black Rob at two in the mornin'
Tell him it’s important, tell him to call Sting
3 way an' sing a chorus
Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can’t record it
Call the news, I’ll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, I’ll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit an' fuck what y’all think
My album’s gold 'cause my album was the bomb, shit
Y’all niggas got your ass beat 'cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken an' put in a tabloid
'Cause you a man an' you like to touch little boys
You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give ’em cash for it
That’s some sick shit, homeboy
A hundred years ago, they’d have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent, feminine, fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow, I’ll crack your whole skeleton
You think you’re better than Canibus, where’s the evidence?
You got below average intelligence an' poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up 'cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents an' purchase a pack of Peppermints
Battlin' me? You never win
You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in?
Nigga, guess again, 'cause after I’m finished wreckin' this shit
I’m a drink a whole bottle of Henney an' go fuck a lesbian

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Born Germaine Williams in 1974 in Jamaica, Canibus moved to the United States with his mother at a young age. Because his mother's career required constant relocation, the family moved frequently and the soon-to-be rapper found solace within himself. His rhetorical abilities blossomed later, once hip-hop became the guiding force in his life. He began rhyming and in the mid-'90s joined a group called T.H.E.M. (The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors.)

This group consisted also of his partner Webb. Following a fallout with his partner, Canibus pursued a solo career and began infiltrating the mix-tape circuit. By 1997, he had approached the brink of the major-label rap game, guesting regularly on high-profile releases: He contributed to "Uni-4-orm," an inclusion on the Rhyme & Reason soundtrack also featuring Heltah Skeltah and Rass Kass; "Love, Peace & Nappiness," an inclusion on the Lost Boyz's Love, Peace & Nappiness also featuring Redman and A+; "Making a Name for Ourselves," an inclusion on Common's One Day It'll All Make Sense; the non-album remix of Wyclef Jean's "Gone Till November."

And most famously, "4, 3, 2, 1," an inclusion on LL Cool J's Phenomenon also featuring Redman, DMX, and Method Man.

Of the several guest appearances, "4, 3, 2, 1" certainly meant the most, as it brought together many of New York's preeminent hardcore rappers and thus ushered Canibus into that same elite class. At the same time, however, Canibus lashed out shortly afterward with the Mike Tyson-featuring "Second Round K.O.," where he rhymed, "So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine/You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine."

In fact, the entirety of the song directed barbed rhymes at LL: "You walk around showin' off your body cause it sells/Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills/Mad at me 'cause I kick that sh*t real niggaz feel/While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels," and so on. Shortly thereafter, LL sought his revenge, releasing "The Ripper Strikes Back" on the Survival of the Illest soundtrack (1998) and thus channeling even more attention toward Canibus.

From the track's chorus ("Can-I-bus? Yes you can!") to practically every line of the verses ("You soft as a newborn baby takin' a nap/Make my dick hard with that bitch-ass track/Where you at? smokin' in some one-room flat/Suckin' on Clef's dick hopin' to come back"), LL unleashed a fury of insults and threats. The media, of course, elevated the battle to grand heights, as even MTV gave the story headlines. In the aftermath of 2Pac's and Biggie's deaths, such confrontations fascinated the rap community, and Canibus certainly capitalized on his newfound publicity.

As for his debut full-length, Can-i-bus (1998), though, the response was sobering. Critics expressed little support, and sales quickly dropped as listeners also felt genuinely disappointed. Executive produced by Wyclef, the album suffered on many levels, both production-wise and rhetorically as well (critics targeting Canibus' delivery more than his lyrics or themes). The momentum that "Second Round K.O." had generated simmered almost immediately, and it didn't help that LL's "Ripper Strikes Back" found substantial acceptance at the time as well.

In the two years following the release of Can-i-bus, the rapper maintained an extremely low profile, much in contrast to the regular guest appearances he had made leading up to his debut. As a result, when he finally did return with his follow-up album, 2000 B.C. (2000), few noticed, it came and went generally unheard, and Canibus returned to the underground after parting ways with Universal. He continued to record albums and release them on the independent circuit (including 2002's Mic Club, 2003's Rip the Jacker, and 2005's Mind Control); furthermore, he retained a small base of fans as well, yet his days as the next-big-thing had clearly come and gone, as they similarly had for so many other talented rappers.

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