Cptn Cold Crush
(专辑: C Of Tranquility - 2010)
Tranquility to infinity (Yeah) Tranquility to infinity Canibus is an animal with the
mechanical mandible Coming to damage you spitting understandable slang at you I'm the
all seeing lyrical with infinite bars and visuals And the
sideways eight peripheral I
told you I
spit a
rhyme that'll melt the
Earth Then ask you in the
afterlife if you felt the
verse On Planet Earth I
search for my Tranquility first I
said I
was the
illest but it didn't help me it hurt And whenever I
said, "Can-I", the
crowd said, "Bus" Ten years later who am I? I
still got a
passionate love To be the
man who I
was, never give up Irrational rush to crush every mic I
clutch When I
erupt you duck or eggs clash flash solar blast from Bus Then sweep you off the
stage like crumbs Grab your tongue, shout, rip it out, then shove it back in your mouth NOW! Then tell you to spit it out I
spit about them lyrics my people can't live without Been around since '97, I've been ripping it down Spit track after track after 'Beast From the
East' I'm back before Lil' Weezy knew how to rap When T.I. was still hustling crack, I
put the
muscle in rap 100 Bars, who fucking with that? A
thousand bars later I
ain't heard nothing from Pap Where you was at when I
was giving Big Punisher dap? On stage with a
him at the
Palladium You was in a
gymnasium, I
was putting chainsaws to craniums Blazing Homosapians in the
atrium ripping jaws off aliens Performing 'Channel Zero' in stadiums Up at Hot 97' disgracing them Any radio station they place me in I
broke the
break-beats in I
beat her, I
beat him, the
beat blend, I
beat them Spit a
verse to beat Barrack Obama if he win I'm the
Beast From the
East, picking meat out my teeth And as soon as the
beat stop I
forget how to speak I
release a
better rhyme seven times a
week To beat me you gotta be better than my last release The
bars rip ya face off, spit bars, spit shine ya skull 'Til every rhyme you memorize is gone Battle you for the
respect in a
battle to the
death Dial zero, call the
operator ask for Bis 411 ask for RIP 555-1212, I
rip the
mic to shit Before the
Federal Communication Commission started a
new division With the
intention to cripple our children Mentally deficient from television This radio programmer we listen to got to many elements missing Lyricism and wisdom got overshadowed by the
singing and blinging Deceived by a
system that's media driven A
made a
vow that I
would get them and bit them, then injected my venom And for that? I
was never forgiven my nigga I
let the
rhythm hit them with a
chemical algorithm Liable to kill them if I
ever get with them I
rip them The
infinite monk, 'All Hail Can-I-Bus' Then wake up to this 'Pure Uncut' 'How Many Emcees' do I
have to bust? 'I'm A
Patriot' with 'No Airplay' but 'How Come' 'My Block is Your Block', I
throw it up with 'Doo Wop' I'm the
"Enemy of the
State" of Hip Hop 'Indibisible', Indestructible, 'Canibustible' The
'Adversarial Theatre Justice' judging you Tired of you posers, I'm the
rap superstar soldier on a
poster 'Captain Cold Crush' Tuck the
heat before I
brush the
teeth The
athlete at the
track meet with rusty cleats Artillery like lawn mowers with four motors and four rotors Look like a
mom with four strollers Counterstrike like 'Black Kobra' With gasoline in the
Super Soaker, walk over, I'll roast ya!