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December 15, 2009

Video y letra de 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) de Canibus

Para los que desconozcan la letra de 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) les va esta entrada. Muestra los mejores momentos de Canibus. Contiene mucha poesia en su contenido, como veran adelante. El video que ven arriba, fue cortesia de you tube.

[Canibus]
Yo! My offense i s a mixture of Mike a nd Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconcious a nd talk shit
I n bare-knuckle boxi n', speed i s the object
Weavi n' a nd dodgi n' with defensive blocki n'
So i n the ri ng, you cann ot wi n
The t op ten become ni ne dead i f I ever decide t o hop i n
With the one-two, one-two shot t o the chi n
knock you out l ike ten shots of vodka a nd gi n
The beauti ful blend of power a nd strength
From the t op of my head, down t o where my t oe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga,
Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,
Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the wo rds quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs a nd mangle ya ha nds
On ca ndid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stami na t o damage a man

<Cho rus>
It's been a long time,
I shouldn't have left you,
Without a strong rhyme t o step t o
I t old y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
It's been a long time,
I shouldn't have left you,
Without a strong rhyme t o step t o
I t old y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!

[Canibus]
Yo! I spit fo r it (lie fo r it!)
Live fo r it (die fo r it!)
Back out the ni ne, commit a homicide fo r it
If I am ha ndcuffed with the right t o remai n silent fo r it
I ama blow trial a nd do the federal time fo r it
you mad at the last album, I apologi se fo r it,
Yo, I can't call it, motherfucki n' Wyclef spoiled it,
But thi s time fo r 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up a nd put a dime on it,
Matter of fact, triple your nickle a nd put 14.99 on it
I ama shi ne on it,
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request li ne fo r it
Cypher sounds keep pushi n rewi nd on it
Look out fo r the album with the Canibus design on it
12 O'Clock i n the mo rni ng you'll be sta ndi n on li ne fo r it
I am a live poet, with a sharp ear a nd eye fo r it
Coz I tear down mics a nd put a out of o rder sign on it

<Cho rus>

[Canibus]
Yo, I rip shit with the balli stic characteri stics
Of a hollow tip at poi nt blank di stance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father fo rgive Bi s,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Chri stians
Coz they sounded l ike idiots
They went from silver t o gold t o plati num
After the millenium they'll probably be weari n' Iridium
They so gassed, i f a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium
Y'all niggaz can't be serious,I was nice befo re ice
Befo re Chri st, befo re the wo rds let there be light
A nd a light t ook over the night
I was bo rn with a mic
Lo rd of the mic befo re all plant a nd animal li fe
Took thi s rap shit t o new heights
Befo re the Wright brothers t ook flight
Befo re dog fighti n' a nd aerial strikes
Befo re MC's picked up pens a nd started t o write
Befo re promotional marketi n a nd posterlights
The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherfucki n eyesight
Fo r the title bought fight
Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track fo r half price
The Canibus i s t oo nice
Gimme that mic!

<Cho rus>

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Video y letra de 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) de Canibus

2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) fue una rola popular en su tiempo. Es una cancion que produce muchos sentimientos aflorados. Como sabran, procede de Canibus.

2000 B.C., CD donde vino la cancion, recibio millones de ventas. No sabemos ni que decir del video musical.

[Canibus]
Yo! My offense i s a mixture of Mike a nd Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconcious a nd talk shit
I n bare-knuckle boxi n', speed i s the object
Weavi n' a nd dodgi n' with defensive blocki n'
So i n the ri ng, you cann ot wi n
The t op ten become ni ne dead i f I ever decide t o hop i n
With the one-two, one-two shot t o the chi n
knock you out l ike ten shots of vodka a nd gi n
The beauti ful blend of power a nd strength
From the t op of my head, down t o where my t oe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga,
Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,
Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the wo rds quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs a nd mangle ya ha nds
On ca ndid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stami na t o damage a man

<Cho rus>
It's been a long time,
I shouldn't have left you,
Without a strong rhyme t o step t o
I t old y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
It's been a long time,
I shouldn't have left you,
Without a strong rhyme t o step t o
I t old y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!

[Canibus]
Yo! I spit fo r it (lie fo r it!)
Live fo r it (die fo r it!)
Back out the ni ne, commit a homicide fo r it
If I am ha ndcuffed with the right t o remai n silent fo r it
I ama blow trial a nd do the federal time fo r it
you mad at the last album, I apologi se fo r it,
Yo, I can't call it, motherfucki n' Wyclef spoiled it,
But thi s time fo r 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up a nd put a dime on it,
Matter of fact, triple your nickle a nd put 14.99 on it
I ama shi ne on it,
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request li ne fo r it
Cypher sounds keep pushi n rewi nd on it
Look out fo r the album with the Canibus design on it
12 O'Clock i n the mo rni ng you'll be sta ndi n on li ne fo r it
I am a live poet, with a sharp ear a nd eye fo r it
Coz I tear down mics a nd put a out of o rder sign on it

<Cho rus>

[Canibus]
Yo, I rip shit with the balli stic characteri stics
Of a hollow tip at poi nt blank di stance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father fo rgive Bi s,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Chri stians
Coz they sounded l ike idiots
They went from silver t o gold t o plati num
After the millenium they'll probably be weari n' Iridium
They so gassed, i f a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium
Y'all niggaz can't be serious,I was nice befo re ice
Befo re Chri st, befo re the wo rds let there be light
A nd a light t ook over the night
I was bo rn with a mic
Lo rd of the mic befo re all plant a nd animal li fe
Took thi s rap shit t o new heights
Befo re the Wright brothers t ook flight
Befo re dog fighti n' a nd aerial strikes
Befo re MC's picked up pens a nd started t o write
Befo re promotional marketi n a nd posterlights
The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherfucki n eyesight
Fo r the title bought fight
Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track fo r half price
The Canibus i s t oo nice
Gimme that mic!

<Cho rus>

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Video y letra de 100 Bars de Canibus

La cancion que les traemos se llama 100 Bars Es una cancion que produce muchos sentimientos aflorados. Contiene mucha poesia en su contenido, como veran adelante. Gracias a YouTube por el video, por cierto. Sin palabras, nos quedamos, sobre el video.

Yeah!!! That's the beat right there.
I am about t o black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try thi s at home, yo.

Yo, yo, yo
My style of rhymi n i s ancient l ike Aztecs a nd Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timi n
Me a nd my freestyle alliance practici n African voodoo science
I n front of 20 ft. bonfires looki n skyward
Calculati ng May 5, 2000 the ni ne planets'll be i n alignment
The arrival of the prophet i n the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
A nd a big ass "Canibus comi n soon" poster on the side of it
I am known geographically a nd i ntergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappi n me
A nd they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped i n the Earth's gravity
Engi nes stalled a nd failed. Crashed i nt o a farmer's field
A nd that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives wo rki n fo r COM 12
Di sgui sed as a nigga signed with a reco rd deal
Lyrically I am off scale
So all hail o r get t ossed t owards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusi n niggas, confusi n niggas l ike Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear crui ser mi ssiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles st ockpiled fo r miles from the ground t o the clouds
Wack niggas wanna be down but its n ot allowed
I nterrupt the cipher unannounced a nd you'll get punched i n the mouth
With the southpaw southern fi st
I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip a nd get the Bubba shrimp
Back the t ougher shit. What a wimp
You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sli ng
I am an experiment gone bad.
My brai nwaves on an encephalograph show that I am stark ravi n mad
Your whole scienti fic staff'll get killed i n a nuclear blast
When I throw the fo rmula stashed i n my ha nd
Flammable liquids i n the lab explode
A nd you get stabbed with all the flyi n glass
Trai ned t o blow up commercial aircrafts
Trai ned i n chemical weapons class
Just t o see how long a nigga's breath'll last
I put him i n a leather mask
Spray hi s ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab hi s neck a nd gag
Watch the nigga choke t o death as I laugh
"You wanna battle?" i s the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a t ougher task. See who the fuck'll last
Whoever lose'll get a solderi n iron up the ass
You need t o recognize
My ha nd i s quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A li fespan longer than 9 lives. I nfi nite rhymes that can't die
A nigga with a divi ne mi nd
I dedicate thi s t o the wi se. Dedicate it t o dames
Dividi n myself i nt o 100 ten times
You can't deny the offeri n's an offer
Flows that glow with auro ra's the spark of light
Water fly l ike a saucer
With the t o rque of a Po rsche
Murder a million MCs then aut ograph all of their coffi ns
Been getti n it on si nce I been bo rn a nd I am a live long
A nd I am a be getti n it on till I am gone
Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on
I t ook an oath t o rip everythi ng I get on
A nigga l ike me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes
I n the wri stbones from grippi n microphones thi s long
I am just a small fi sh i n a big pond
A nd gets pi ssed off whenever I gets picked on
Nigga try t o flip a nd get flipped on
My army march a million strong
Like the nation of I slam with suede timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed i n frog suits a nd night vi sion goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
Shitti n on niggas drawn t o a hideous fo rm with ho rns a nd a mi nk on
Ducki n down low l ike Vietnam fighti n the Vietcong
Screami n "i ncomi n" when I see a bomb
Speak t o your leader. Surrender your arms
You need about a million mo re soldiers t o even the odds
Plus 800,000 t o even consider a war
A nd 200,000 mo re t o even look hard
You better drop your flag a nd withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metapho rs
A nd smash y'all. Attach y'all t o the back of my ho rse
A nd drag y'all across the motherfucki n asphalt
9 out of 10 niggas i s frauds
You know who you are always talki n about your bitches a nd your cars
Your jewelry a nd your girls. It's l ike we from two di fferent wo rlds
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves
Cause I am beyond them, on some futuri stic cybo rg shit
I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed i n
Then rai se my arms l ike a so rcerer a nd cast a fireball i nt o the audience
To barbecue your brai n o rgans
You feel l ike you've been thrown i n a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers a nd hit 'em with some mo re shit
The raw shit. Call my rei nfo rcements, the four ho rsemen
Take a big piece of chalk a nd draw a li ne across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfucker t o cross it
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two i n the mo rni n
Tell him it's impo rtant. Tell him t o call Sti ng 3 way a nd si ng a cho rus
Break your camco rders so you motherfuckers can't reco rd it
Call the news, I'll kill your repo rters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit a nd fuck what y'all thi nk
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked fo r it
Got your picture taken a nd put i n a tabloid
Cause you a man a nd you l ike t o t ouch little boys
You fuck 'em i n the ass, then you give 'em cash fo r it
That's some sick shit homeboy
A hundred years ago, they'd have t ook you t o see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent. Femi ni ne. Fragile as a feather i s
With an effo rtless blow, I'll crack your whole skelet on
You thi nk you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence?
You got below average i ntelligence a nd poo r penmanship
You need t o shut the fuck up cause your breath sti nk
Take fi fty cents a nd purchase a pack of peppermi nts
Battli n me you never wi n
You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon i n?
Nigga guess agai n
Cause after I am fi ni shed wrecki n thi s shit
I am a dri nk a whole bottle of Henney a nd go fuck a lesbian

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