The Emerald Cypher - Canibus, Killah Priest, K Rino

You ain’t a behavioural scientist, why you dying to spit?

You try too hard when you rhyming with Bis, try again

Approve this for public release, fuck with the beast

with bucked teeth bust your guns or get rushed in the streets

Handcuffed to the back of the jeep, blindfolded

You hear a foreign language they speak, you do not know it

Kidnapped ___________________ sand dunes

To a dark room to witness your doom

Bash you in the face with the mag

Rope around your neck over a tree branch, hoist you up with three sandbags

You shit yourself, your pants sag

Global broadcast, man that’s sad, they lynched him in the lab

Twenty four apprentices for hardcore fellowship

Twenty four masters, twenty four lyricists

Dead to the world, alive to the hearts that are pure

If you endure your mind’s open doors

Complete the last step without crossing my rep

Who’s next?

What possessed you to jump off a cliff?

I spit dark, once you stop the Hip Hop Juggernaut

Kill you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot

Me I’m a _____ but she don’t do ganj

Show too kind, the prototype of the first proto rhyme

With combined payloads my glide bombs provide flows

That cause World War II death tolls at live shows

Independently targeted

Bombing shit from so high up in the atmosphere you lose consciousness

No oxygen, only Canibus anti-oxidants

Think about it, why spit into a bottomless pit?

I’m so isolated lyrically, they put me in a desert facility

To test my abilities, check out my melodies

Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly

TAW-50 following me 'cause you’re with me

Your high bars are lukewarm, let me school y’all

Intravenously cold blooded cooling coils are running through my jaws

The Sun’s hot, I’m warmer, the metaphor explorer

I give a order: You can’t cross the border!

We ain’t religions, don’t talk about the Torah

We crucify you on a cross for a quarter

Welcome to my House of Slaughter, signing on the roster

Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker

And come back, let me see what you got, son

I dropped him, rappers stepping to me, I ain’t the one

Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite, be honest

You produce reduced knowledge, your discography is dishonest

Both promise, change your name to MC Silence

Yes, your album inspired me.

No, I didn’t by it

Talk back, nigga get fired

I’ll erase your verse off the track so fast you’ll wake up tired

Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house

What the fuck he talking about?

He got a mental case mouth

I forced him to his knees, told him to face south

Empty your PayPal bank account before I blow your brains out

Untouchable since the day I came out

That’s why these wack niggas keep calling my name out

How the fuck they gonna change that now?

How they sound?

I’ma put him in the ground, Lyrical Law style

How you liked at me then, how you like me now

How you like me in the future when I’m wearing that crown

The crown is invisible, you don’t have to be a loud individual

You act like Hip Hop is all you listen to

If that’s true, this is for you

Then I’ma keep ripping you, 'cause that’s what Canibus do

If that’s true, this is for you

And I’ma keep ripping you, 'cause that’s what Canibus do