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letra de lord cyborg - canibus

lord cyborg lyrics
[verse 1]
good morning, top of the day
i oxygenate with coffee and omelet steak
then i decarboxylate
pull a stocking down over my face
tuck that thing in the waist
meet you downstairs at the gate
they say the brown-tailed squirrel
is entitled to less in this world
i find it hard to respect those words
tonic subdominant dominant
influence me to vocal the beat moderate
while still placing my voice on top of it
are you a philosopher?
yes, i think very deeply
in fact, alkaline hydrolysis exists
when you come to terms with that
your blood will bе attacked
from biosludge in a vat
and your world will collapse
vampirеs want blood
and pseudo-scientists want biosludge
basic instructions before b.i.b.l.e. club
the pillars of justice
crushed to dust by a n-gga with musket
they handcuffed him ’cause he spit with substance
ask around, he ain’t nothin’ to f-ck with
or be in love with
them handcuffs is like titanium cufflinks
[hook]
verily, verily i say unto you
microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2

[verse 2]
go ‘head, claim that baggage
delta strike force package
my drones over traffic cause accidents to happen
you must be reading my mind
he a one man machine that rhyme
a baby doberman eating at your spine
beginning to feed off your insides
if i was you i wouldn’t think twice
the main concern is to preserve life
if i was you? play nice, bruh, don’t be mean
i cried watching what happened to behind the scenes gene
299 days later i walked in the bodega
wearing gold plated ray-ban aviators
rap don’t prove you great
i show you how catastrophe taste
throw battery acid in your face
the lawnmower man with motorized hands
my hydraulics crush hydrogen tanks and make a thug dance
no cap, i called lord cyborg on the map
he ain’t no hip hop cop, he got a badge for rap
308 -rrrat- unique angle of attack
that yellow-bellied rat just shot him in the back
now you got a malfunctioning jetpack
in zero gravity, how the f-ck you gon’ get back
yo send black to go collect all his plaques
i never thought of that
but i’ma have to go with “no, thanks”
i got a certified postage letter
from the globalists on my dresser
and i ain’t gon’ never open it
they want my infinity tech
i signed an nda with the senator
14 years later we see the release
of something suspiciously similar
they stole my sh-t
look at all them flows i spit
i’m multidisciplinary, yet nothing could’a prepared me
for what i experienced in the rap game summarily
[hook]
verily, verily i say unto you
microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2

[verse 3]
verily, verily i say unto you
i watched it all happen from the telecom room
in plain view i saw metatron under a full moon
with the sephiroth in his crew eating energon cubes
the lord cyborg’s blackball is atrocious
the interview with joe rogan got zero promotion
dr. malone had him open
i was in the background coachin’ him
dewey cooper the black kobra and tj was chokin’ him
had him tappin’ out all over the linoleum
then don corleone got covid again
everyday occurrences like this
are circumstantial adverses
that get perverted into a burden
holographic indigenous camouflage projection
a weapon system we generally use for our protection
poetry margin to margin, now that’s what i’m talkin’
if i’m flyin’ in a black hawk, that’s what i’m squawkin’
100,000 bars and runnin’, keep marchin’
i don’t answer the phone, i don’t care who callin’
the bad boy a good talk
kamehameha him a boss
that’s him layin’ in the himalayan salt
blessed the man with heart
where beautiful things are
barefoot before god prayin’ in the park
lamb shish kebab, wolfgang, murder mouth in a synagogue
50 bars, cappadonna – winter warz
master builder ‘bus, the group i’m a member of
we came to free the hip hop prisoners
and lift your spirit up
3rd eye live it up
the microphone is a good listener
[hook]
verily, verily i say unto you
microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2

[verse 4 – outro]
i massage my mustache with limon bergamot from a glass
a thick fog develops from hot gas
my jamaican grandma gon’ whoop your ass
’cause you ate the last dumpling out the pot, dumbass
verily, verily i say unto you
microphone check 2, 0, 2, 2

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