Come on yal
Let's have a poetic brawl
(Me and SPIRITWOLF are in poetic moods today. Tiddle just watches....she says her poems aren't good)
one upon a time
in a land made of limes
there was a poor man who only had a dime
so he went to the store
and started a war
and stole everyones money that dropped on the floor
then he was rich and was told he was a king
so he got a wife who liked to sing but she started to sing and it broke the windows
she sang so loud she even broke peoples nose
so the king gave up and lived by himself with his pet dog he named elf
and they set out one day with only a dime and that when we reapeat this halariouse ryhm
one upon a time
in a land made of limes
there was a poor man who only had a dime
so he went to the store
and started a war
and stole everyones money that dropped on the floor
then he was rich and was told he was a king
so he got a wife who liked to sing but she started to sing and it broke the windows
she sang so loud she even broke peoples nose
so the king gave up and lived by himself with his pet dog he named elf
and they set out one day with only a dime and that when we reapeat this halariouse ryhm
You darn right
You are in for a fight
You think I missed
I'm coming with an iron fist
You think you're right
Step into the light!
Break those chains
We're goin into the game
Well come on!
Watcha waitin on?
Ready, set
FIGHT!
the man with the plan was on a run
to find a dog named Fun
why was the man with the plan on a run to find a dog named Fun
well the owner was thinking of shooting him with a gun
so he set up a trap with a mouse in a hat
and the dog named fun went to run and found the hat but with a rat
and this story could go on forever and on
plus this is the beginning it has only begun
You think you won
This is far from done
We both got luck
But ain't givin up
Just come on and try
Come on, I don't bite
I ain't no clown
And I won't stop when the sun go down
Give me some room
So I can make it go BOOM!
You in pain?
It's a part of the game
(To the readers: nothing was harmed in the making of this poem)
i did not say i was done
and i did not say that i won
but when this is over
you better take cover
because this is going to be blown over
so remember me now before you parish under awesomeness
that you cant beat me i am the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's what you think
But you'll be done in a wink
Better slow down
You might drown
Better hurry up
You losin' yo luck
Better not suck
You'll sound like a duck
Better go fast
Cause I'm running past
Better not close your eyes
You'll miss the surprise
Better not frown
You'll get lost in the town
Better gain pace
I'm about to win the race!!
I think fast, switch fast, quick fast, quick as
Immigrants say, ‘No habla ingles', at border-patrol fences
Messing with Canibus is senseless
Divide my senses by six and you'll end up with triple sixes
And triple the digits mean triple the spirits
My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics
I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh
I'm telling you, put your money on me then triple your bet
‘Cause I won't be satisfied till I'm set
Till I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect
Rhyming is the nine-to-five that I manipulate best
Eight hours of writing and memorizing a manuscript
Called "The Biography of Canibus"
Subtitled ‘The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit'
How to tongue twist, how to enunciate certain s**t
How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit
You niggas ain't listen to Bis, I k**l ‘em with s**t
I'm wicked with this, I should be selling tickets to this
Paparazzi should probably be taking pictures of this
My fans in the street with signs tryna picket for this
Saying, "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"
My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less
I can go four quarters or nine innings for this
Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this
Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this
The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement
My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station
Sneak-attack rappers, grab them and slash them
Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors
Hunt them like Jurassic Park actors
But spare Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one
Action packed like Shaft, the black a******n
Blasting the .753 backwards Magnum
Follow me down the road to Damascus
Do not follow these madmen, popping ecstasy pills like aspirin
I and I come fe manifest the most high
Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can not die
Niggas want to lock the ‘Chronicles of Canibus' away forever
And put my book of rhymes through a shredder
Never, I'm way too clever the way I manoeuvre
Beat your a*s like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua
In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers your career is ruined
Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha
Bring it to ya, prove you're a loser
Beyond the length of this rhyme you have no future
Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars
In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowing through 'em
I'ma reprogram everything that you're doing
Hypnotize the audience you perform in front of to start booing
You're stupid, you and your whole crew are extremely foolish
I can't cipher with you ‘cause your breath is too putrid
Put your mic down and step away from it
Shut your motherfucking mouth and don't say nothing
You have the right to remain silent
Sentenced to life on Rikers Island for terrible freestyling
[Verse 2: Canibus]
I heard a rumour English women make love the best
Is that true? ‘Cause I ain't had no justice yet
A lot of clowns keep arguing on who the best is
Bite the style but can't digest it
Till they get karate kicked in the mouth and their teeth get ejected
Told you to ‘Watch Who U Beef Wit' on the last record
Platinum teeth? I sell them for a thousand pounds a piece
You buy one back and you get one free
Put it down in the east, put it down in the west
Put it down on paper, put the paper down on the desk
In the studio is where I put it down to the test
It's nothing but skull-crushing pressure down at them depths
Throw a rough mix down, download it to disk
Give a copy to everybody that's down with Bis
Since '96, the Dogg Pound Remix
First time anybody put me down to spit
It's like Pakman don't stop
Till I hear my voice banging up and down the block in a Magnavox
With a hundred watts, creating ripples in the water like aquanauts
Breathing through their oxygen-box
I belong on top of the pops not on the bottom with rocks
I mean, honest to God, I'm shocked, I thought the album was hot
I guess you can't write an infinite rhyme with a finite mind
That's why rhymes like mine mystify mankind
A lot of rappers are ahead of their time
But when it comes to rhymes like mine the word ‘time' doesn't apply
You see, rhyming is the art
The microphone is the paintbrush responsible for getting the point across
The canvas is the street
Where the Master of the Ceremony paints the picture for everybody to see
Nobody could rhyme this fluent, nobody ever did what I'm doing
Nobody ever spit what I'm spewing
I'm the illest alive and I'ma prove it
Plus I've got to show the people that I've got mad love for Rap music
I bury MCs with rosary beads
A picture of their wife and their seeds and a picture of me
I'm as graceful as the left hand of Rembrandt
Put some instrumentals on and ask my pen to dance
I'm such a gentleman, pull out chairs, open doors, never offend my fans
Unless they offend me and I lose my temper, man
Oh yeah dude?
You 'bout to lose
Eat up these words
Or you gonna get hurt
Stop, drop roll!
She's gonna b**w
Ride on back
Then I'll attack
Fly up high
Then I'll bombdive
Don't take no lip
Or it will go snip
Try to run around
And get dragged down
ahh thats what you think
but i'll beat you in a blink
you may think your doing fine
but i'll beat you with my next rhym
your going to wish
you could hug your dog or even gold fish
because this next one
will make you run
because it will be about a creepy big hairy
spider that sucks peoples blood
Spiders, they creep and crawl all over walls
They have eight legs and eight eyeballs
Hairy, scary, creepy, and freaky
They wander and roam they sure are sneaky
Whenever I see a spider I yelp, shriek, and scream
I see them in my nightmares but not in my dreams
They spin their webs above my head
Spiders are what I dread
Arachnophobia I’ve been told
Is a fear of spiders and a fear that I hold
They disgust, repulse, and absolutely scare me
Spiders are what terrify me I can guarantee
(none of this is true i just made it up about my sister)
A lily in a twilight place?
A moonflow’r in the lonely night?—
Strange beauty of a woman’s face
Of wildflow’r-white!
The rain that hangs a star’s green ray
Slim on a leaf-point’s restlessness,
Is not so glimmering green and gray
As was her dress.
I drew her dark hair from her eyes,
And in their deeps beheld a while
Such shadowy moonlight as the skies
Of H**l may smile.
She held her mouth up redly wan,
And burning cold,—I bent and kissed
Such rosy snow as some wild dawn
Makes of a mist.
God shall not take from me that hour,
When round my neck her white arms clung!
When ‘neath my lips, like some fierce flower,
Her white throat swung!
Or words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by,—
The spell that binds me to a fiend
Until I die.
Come down
Make some sound
Do a trick
Don't get sick
Punch the air
Braid your hair
Throw the ball
Jump and fall
Punch and sock
You might rock
But look behind
Click rewind
Did you see it?
You got hit
Punch, kick, elbow
And get on the go!
You feel the shake
It's my earthquake
Wanna hire?
Have some fire!
Want a blister?
How bout a twister?
You won't win
You just made a sin
A movement in the bushes near by
A shadow moving silent and sly
A ghost in the darkest night
Climbs to the greatest height
To sing its mournful songRunning in the distance far
Underneath the moon and stars
Is an animal like no other
Who runs and hunts with his brothers
In the dead of nightGrowling, snarling, biting, bleeding
The other one is not receding
The fight for leader must go on
Until the other one is gone
To reach another day