Harbinger Of Light
(专辑: For Whom The Beat Tolls - 2007)
[Intro:] Yea, the
life of the
world Let me share something witchu What does not die that'll eternally thrives the
free minds That's who you know you're alive [Canibus:] I
was spiritual first She cut my umbilical at the
physical birth And welcomed me to miserable Earth Why does it hurt? She layed me on my back under the
dirt Cover my girth with a
dirty shirt What could be worst? She said "God bless the
dead but they got at easy" The
living get left behind but still can't live their life completely Tough luck, right before I
was about to give up I
passed out emotionally bankrupt In the
dead vegetation it was dark brown red like menstruation I
couldn't eat it despite the
temptation I
was hungry and impatient My hands were shaking, I
stopped payment They botched my face in operation Nip and Tuck, living it up DAMN! "Why you still spitting 'Bus?" "'Cause you don't listen to my lyrics enough" At night from a
satellite view the
city's a
heart The
red and white blood cells are the
lights on cars From that distance look down and observe my lyrics The
atmospheres of organism we apparently living Since the
beginning, The
Law of Three, The
Law of Seven On question, the
principle of scale or heaven Law One thru Forty Eight Law Forty Nine is the
loophole I
use to escape Buy the
album; get a
$50 dollar rebate, before it's too late 2012 is the
bill due date Before that, it's 2008, I
know you can't relate Just by the
confuse look on your face, you can't wait It won't be much longer now Solar activity is getting stronger now Al Gore was the
Person of the
Year, maybe more Maybe I
should be for my 400 bar song Now I'm against the
wall drinking alcohol at Taj Mahal Without balance I
am bound to fall To chemicals are color coded I
highly encourage you not to smoke it It makes you more curious, don't it? Mass the
throttle; crash it into your arch-rival Trying to out drive you, every mili second is vital Repsol motorcycles, psycho, breathe nitro Brain cells glow with a
light dose SO!, I
could Tokyo Drift with no Coke to sniff I
shift from 6th to 5th, I
broke the
shit The
gearbox slipped, red Marlboro's for hot lips Order drinks, fire water type, toxic shit Now I
got you in the
kill box, BITCH! On 6, 5, 4, 3, I
got this, 2, 1, 0, the
shot hit The
unsung hero on some Hip-Hop shit And I
dare you to tell me to not spit I
evolve from clay and statue, from statue to flesh From flesh to dirt, from dirt to death Beyond that whatever life is left we gotta live it 'til the
end Hip-Hop is eternal my friend, we are the
life