Canibus

Canibus - Wreck Room lyrics

rate me

Feat. Crooked I, Nino Graye, Flawless the MC

(Verse: Crooked I)

Look, how many beats I gotta put in the casket

Before you understand instrumentals get their ass kicked?

I'm that sick, I'm a backwards cased basket

I'm a basket case, nigga, irate bastard

And I'm strapped, bitch, a ball hog in the hood

So don't talk to me about that ghetto pass shit

This nigga's past it, my clique is massive

And fuck spittin' acid if I haven't written classics

Steady reppin' the West, while Cali rappers say that's played out

You niggas' based out

Type of niggas we leave laid out

Throwin' up a dub, stompin' your face out

That's for the life that you ain't 'bout

You niggas' marks like Zuckerberg and Sanchez

Listenin' to every fuckin' word that a fan says

I think you boys' soft

I think a real fan wanna hear that real shit, if not, turn my voice off

It's Crooked

(Hook)

You are now consumed by the dark side

So welcome to the belly of the beast

All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime

And we'll never be ready for the peace

This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas

That front and always tellin' the police

Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide

To escape the belly of the beast

(Verse: Flawless the MC)

Call me Spartacus, In this art I'm just a martyr, plus

I hit hard as a car crash with a charter bus

Y'all just anonymous, don't even try to start a fuss

Because I'm large enough to step down, crushin' you all to dust

Flaw's the illest and I put that on my daughters cause

I'm hungry, like the effect I get that marijuana does

In this game, you'll be the harbleless

So even with Stan Lee fightin' Marvin Hagler, you couldn't marvel us

I'm flippin' off everyone who scoffed at my shit and tock

Cause I'm a time bomb with a tickin' clock, and the shit just stopped

So if I'm pissed or I'm blowin' up like a blistered pop

It's just hip-hop is infested with posers like a picture op

So you can go on and kick up rocks

I'll bet it all, you couldn't set it off with fireworks hooked to Vivica Fox

See when I hitch I'll split your knot

Cause I'm fucked up and cold like I eat Dippin' Dots topped with a liquor shot

(Hook)

You are now consumed by the dark side

So welcome to the belly of the beast

All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime

And we'll never be ready for the peace

This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas

That front and always tellin' the police

Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide

To escape the belly of the beast

(Verse: Nino Graye)

Spit my flows like I'm walkin' around with the Alzheimers

I ain't worried 'bout these small-time rhymers, who?

No imagery and no substance, gimmicky

Young and seein' victories like witnessing Christopher Reeves runnin'

They'll never take number one, these suckers silicone titties

They just look good fakin' and frontin'

They ain't been strugglin', hustlin', pockets with nearly nothin' in 'em

Fuckin' sick and tired, prayin' somethin' was gonna finally give in

Spit 'caine, every 16, raw is on display

They'll stick veins, pick up a CD, put it on and hit play

I'm a think tank, you know what this means, stay out my kin' way

We shot callin', blockin' your entry, nickname Dikembe

'Bout that time, we drawin' the fuckin' line

Bullshit stops here and y'all on the other side

Nino Graye one of the elite, almighty brotherhood

Midwest royalty, just so we all understood

(Hook)

You are now consumed by the dark side

So welcome to the belly of the beast

All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime

And we'll never be ready for the peace

This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas

That front and always tellin' the police

Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide

To escape the belly of the beast

(Verse: Canibus)

Zuckerberg, I heard you're a sucker for words

Plus you're a perv, the facts just emerged

Sensitive data denial

Get shot on YouTube or go viral, so how did they find you?

Concussion after confession, gold fever, old school westerns

In any group, I'm the loneliest member

Thoroughbred stallion, Jamaican, mountain music

They named him, 'til they cut his legs off and framed him

Step into that digital vortex

The scorned vet judged by generations that ain't even born yet

Read faster than most talk

Write slower than the aardvark walks and squints with the card sharks

A room full of mad professors who study language forensics

Interdependent on phonetic directions

Quick draw, aggressive, really am I on the offensive?

I'm just a Marlboro man from Memphis

Surrounded by firewalls, strong defenses

On Mars with ice cubes and Natasha Henstridge

Canibus

(Hook)

You are now consumed by the dark side

So welcome to the belly of the beast

All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime

And we'll never be ready for the peace

This is for all y'all bitchass snitch niggas

That front and always tellin' the police

Ain't no place in this world you can run or hide

To escape the belly of the beast

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