Illest bars that Bis has quoted....

Has he ever quoted anyone else?? lol..

Just a few...


"Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth six pence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch and taste
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face"

"Ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that
Ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback"

"I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin me, and they would've snatched me
If the craft didn't get trapped in the earths gravity
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmers field
And that's really what caused Roswell"

BOOOOYAHHHHH

"You fradulent; Feminine; Fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow I crack your whole skeleton
You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints
Battlin me you never win"

"Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines
with nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
cause you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolism"

"I'm the illest lyricist in America -- MC's can't see me
cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista"

"More lines than a million pair of Adidas
More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus
More lines than a African herd of zebras
Niggaz just ain't fuckin with the cannabis sativa'"

"'What's Goin' On?' On my album, I'ma do a song
Who Shot Ya? Remix featuring Shyne and Sean
Before I battle total strangers
I make em sign disclaimers, that state they're aware of the danger"


Damn, I love Bis

Hemlock knows whats up!

For all you niggas sayin that my shit is sick,
just imagine the 90A% of my brain I aint even used yet

Step yo shit up nigga
the rippers much iller
cause when I write rhymes i use the mind to pick the pen up

Yo when I come off the top of the head
We'll all fall victim to bloodshed
I leave more dead then a nuclear warhead

spreadin my wisdom
reachin across solar systems
touching galaxies and the living creatures within them

whoever aint nice enough to rhyme with me
should surrender there soul and combine with me

see the standard ideological definition of rap model
Its Canibus scholarly periodicals

Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound
organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all
I'm telling you God, ain't nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan
We raise Hell til the heavens fall

You're paralyzed on the operatin table
Prayin for Canibus to slice you from head to navel

the key of knowledge is guarded by ancient locksmiths
who travel across the universe in flying objects

U know what i meant... i had a headache....

anyway.. as Hemlock quoted...100 Bars was ill....

"the reason why theres no light at the end of the tunnel cause were really not in a tunnel were trapped in a bubble"..think about it...

Yo, sometimes the road to the truth is, so elusive it's confusin
And reality becomes illusion
If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin
I'd shatter the social balance of the world as we know it

Yo, the holy script from Genesis 1-26
says, "Let us make man in our image under our likeness"
First of all who's THEY? You see if God
was truly a single entity that's not what he would say

I'm a first class spitter
The literal literature ripper
Painting pictures for intelligent listeners
From any and all dispositions
The fusion of what's written creates a fission called Canibus-ism
The intellectual division of science and religion

Yo yo yo
Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind
I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified
Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman
All wrapped up in the body in one human
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris

yo, yo, yo
This is hardcore, out of my heart's core
Principles, laws, equations, and formulas drawn on chalkboards
Generate thought forms quicker than Concordes
With onboard computers logged on to On Star
En garde, take ten steps and draw

One of a kind, I got divine chromosomes in me
My sperm'll scramble the eggs in a women's ovaries
Cuz I'm as original as it gets
And I can't respect, niggas that copy like double-decks

I destroy shit, pinpoint astroids in orbit
Then hurl you thousands of miles an hour towards it

I'm creatin the ultimate verses with perfect lines
Puttin together them whether my rhyme one threat at a time
So you niggaz need to stop testin me
Cuz you know you can't "F" with me
Steppin to me with insuperior weaponry
Exposin yourself to the verbal radiations
Sayin you can defeat me is nothin but speculation

Yo, scientists gather in a secret place to debate
They photographed the Earth from space and saw my face
They tried to translate the innate asiatic shape
before the final earthquakes came but it was too late
Only one eighth of the human race escaped to space
They were chased by flying phenomenon to the lunar base

Startin' problems, bringin' drama regardless
We get our point across like trapese artists without fallin'

Lyrically I'm banannas
My toungue moves like Hindu belly dancers performing tantra
I blur your vision like slow-setter speeds on a camera
And get up in that *ass* like colon-cancer

Movin at a velocity
That'll break your stop-watch if you're clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
But iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight nigga wit more horsepower than twelve cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
That's double the clock speeds of a 5-86
And nuttin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind

I get vexed, when crab punks bite my style
Cuz I'm sellin a thousand records per day, per square mile
Breakin the laws of phsyics, wit metaphors and lyrics
Speakin to dead poets by conjuring up they spirits
From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen
Yo, the whole Dead Poets Society couldn't mess around wit the talent
Much less understand it
I make type-rope walkers in the circus
lose they balance when I kick the planet
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Canibus is so god damn ill

Shit, forgot a few:


Twin-turbine rhymes with four thousand pounds of thrust
Can-I-bus, Can-I-Bus
If you one of them nigga's that only trust what you can touch
When you see me, give me a pound, and shut the fuck up

Punks wanna murder me
Thats why my bergandy suburban be
Full of secret service security
Transporting me back and forth from the Affirmitive Action University
In aircrafts that take off and land vertically
The fact that I aint treated like a king is absurd to me
From the streets of Dirty Jersey to Germany, people heard of me

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father forgive Bis,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
Coz they sounded like idiots
They went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millenium they'll probably be wearin' Iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium

Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night
I was born with a mic
Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life

If you numba one then I'm negative two
Basically that means I'm still better than you

The laser guided lyrical hybrid
Creating scripts so sick I got to armwrestle my pen to write it

I watch as dickriders and bitches follow me
"Bis is too sick, He must be a lyrical anomoly"
No wonder I don't ever get signed
I must be a breach of the company's insurance policy

The climax explodes, nobody can force out of my flow
Figurably the language is too dope
Academic journals print my lyrical quotes
They show parallelism in all the albums I wrote
On any track I come off strong automatically
Whether I write interactive or pass the capacity
Poetry that I spit is autonomous to cliff
written on tablets of clay mortar mix, superb
Truly superb, analyse the words

On the microphone
Im sicker than those who've acquired immune deficiancy syndrome

And every word I utter for hip hop lovers
Will reflect forever like two mirror's facing each other

Lyrical scholar
In the physical form of Allah
Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the Blah-Blah-Blah!!!
With the knowledge of my forefathers
You niggas can't battle me because I'll quadruple my brain capacity
The intellectual ath-e-lete accurately rapping so rapidly
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically
I happily accept any rapper's offer to challenge me
Fifty M.C.'s reduced to forty nine casulaties
I'll be the last man standing
With metaphors a charlie horse couldn't put a cramp in
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I happily accept any rapper's offer to challenge me
Fifty M.C.'s reduced to forty nine casulaties
I'll be the last man standin
With metaphors a charlie horse couldn't put a cramp in

^^One of my favorite lines

Hope you like these

"color is vibration. vibration is sound, sound resinates from the mouth. check it out"

"If your number one then im negative 2, basic mathmatics im STILL better then you"
^off the dome freestyle

Nice.....From 2nd Round KO....Not sure if this is the exact one but

He called Farrakhan and shit; I said "Yea, he started it"/
He don't know what a hardcore rap artist is//

LOL......That's one of my favorites...Oh 4,3,2,1

"I take em on and on all sizes and forms to spit on/
Bomb anybody who ain't close enough to shit on//"







Nigga is il

I'm Just Gonna My Fav Quotables from Bis..

Sorry if you already heard them already..

I Hop into tha Back seat of a Cab and rhyme until tha Meter says 9,9,9,9,

I Pray to God they Hurry Up and Start tha Third World War, so I Can Start World War Four and Murder us All, I Don't Giva Fuck if Ya Rich You're Poor..Don't Giva Fuck If Ya Got ya Pic in tha Source So Forbes..

I Don't Giva fuck who won an award, On Stage tryin to Thank God.. I'll Chop ya Tongue off with ah Sword, And Let all tha Blood pour all over tha Floor..

My Obtuse will Blast you, Harrass You, and AutoGraph You with a Bullet wound for a Tattoo..

When I Get Bitten I Bite Back, Quicker than Tyson Attacks, ANd I Don't Giva Fuck If I Don't Get My License Back..

I Hear ya Talkin But I'm Ignorin, Cuz ya Garbage and ya Rhymes Borin, So keep standin on tha Corner tha Trash man will Collect you in tha Mornin..

I'm Tha Illest Nigga Alive, Watch Me Prove It, I'll Snatch ya Crown with ya Head Still Attached To it..Canibus is tha Type to Fight for Mics Beatin Niggas to Death and Beatin Dead Niggas to Life..

In Fact, Perhaps You SHould Quit Rap, Instead of Always Tryin to DIss Back, Niggas Keep Tellin You, Ya Shits Wack, I Ripp Raps, Hardcore Raps, Rush you to tha Floor Mat, Put You in tha Figure Four and Break ya Thorax, Jump From tha Top Turn Buckle and and Land on ya Back, Until I Hear it Snap Or Crack Until tha Reff says CHILL BLACK!! You Get Cracked for Bringin tha Wrong Raps to Combat, like Bringin a Paint Gun to a Shoot Out with Real Gats..

Yall Niggas is Wack Rappin over Microphone Feedback, My Intelligence Begins where yours Seek At..

Raise my Arms like a Saucerin and Cast a FireBall into tha Audience, and BBQ ya Brain Organs, You Feel like you're in a Microwave Oven I Flame Broil Suckas..

I'll Nail to to a Crucifix and Beat you until ya Black and Bluish than Perform Accupuncture and beat you with Six Hundred and sixty six tooth picks, Beat em with 2 Whips with Pieces of Broken GLass Glued to it ya Whole crew will get Strained and Nuded cuz when I Aim and Shoot It Yall Get Sprayed with BU-LLETS..

Horsemen Talk:

Ripp Tha Jacka, Ripp tha Tracks Ups, Rippin Rappas asap Rippin that ass up, Niggas Back Up when I Attack with My Axe Up, Swingin Faster than Tiger Woods at tha Masters!!

I Decapitate You Faggots, and Gallop Over ya Body with a Horse and Carriage, Kidnap ya Widow, FUck her in a Woodin Cabin and Pass Tha Pussy to Priest and let him STabb it, Ask Ras and Kurupt if they Wanna Get At it, Laughin like Madd Men Swallowin X-Tablets, Natural Born Spitters that Mean Business, Millenium Niggas that will Get in ya withers..

Now We All Gotta Bone to Pick, Niggas talkin about Frozen Wrist and How Much Dough they Get, Go to War with them like tha Bosnias and Bullshivicks, Put an Umbrella up they asshole and Open it..

While I'm Still Holdin it, Openin It, and Closin it, I'll Break ya Muthafuckin Pelvic Bones with it..


Damn I Could Quote Alot More from Un released Tracks and shit on MP3 but if I was to I'd Probably take up this WHole entire page..lol


But Bis is Madd ILL..

bis is the illest nigga alive......................................
*nods head*

yea...bis is sooo ill...how about this one

"Can't you see what i'm spittin?
Can't you hear the difference?
Compared to me your energetically ineffecient
You need ten times the enzymes to process one of my rhymes
You need to rewind everyone of my lines"

Canibus:
Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin to damage you, spittin understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MCs get biten with venom
From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in The Source
It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
As wicked as Satan worshippers going to Catholic church services
You heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, slash (/) herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40
Put this in your CD-ROM
www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the internet talkin to chicks
That was sweatin me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin mad trash tryin to get 'em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you

Kill a million MCs and autograph their coffins

I read to let no one eat me/That's why find little pieces of MCS in my feces weekly/

Canibus vs. Eminem

Strip you naked and make ya hug a cactus/

Canibus:
Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin to damage you, spittin understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MCs get biten with venom
From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in The Source
It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
As wicked as Satan worshippers going to Catholic church services
You heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, slash (/) herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40
Put this in your CD-ROM
www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the internet talkin to chicks
That was sweatin me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin mad trash tryin to get 'em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you


woah!! that is sum seriously ill shit! :D

Strip you naked and make ya hug a cactus/

lmmfao!!!!

Canibus
I'm the real king of my kingdom
I make my women practice isolationism as soon as I get 'em
Run my world with an iron rod behind iron bars
Enclosed behind iron doors in a small iron box in the corner
Shielded behind fire walls with water doors
Down the gaseous corridor
Welcome to my world of horror
A coroner with an immortal ora
The rhyme slinging highlander ripper rip you to live longer
Get strong every record that I record
Morph my arms into a sword and clothesline you running forward
You can't ignore Bis Mothafucker I started this
As far as artists that spit Canibus is dominant
Hot shit from a lava pit
Studied by oceanographers
At the oceans bottom with rocket ship sound effects
A ripper in the flesh signed in ink, nigga
You ain't ill if you need time to think
You talk shit my personality splits
You get ripped and that's it
A +True Hollywood Story+ bitch
In my world Jermaine's gone Canibus is just a Monica
Stay behind to follow up and demolish you fucks
Can-I-bus (Yeah!) now that's what I'm talking bout
Call me Mr. spit shit also known as toilet mouth
Y'all been warned about a million times
I done wrote about a million rhymes since July '85
When I'm writing I'm impervious to fraud
My fine arts verbal collage is worthy of the gods
When I'm 30 years old I'ma quit rhyming
Collect my own catalogue and open up a library
Lock myself in solitary six months at a time
Work at the university and teach sick fucks how to rhyme
Nobody safe nobody say that they great
I'll put a Jacker's whole body in a crate
Trap your soul in an electromagnetic face
Put the crate on a wide-low rider and drive it in a lake
Look in my eyes then look in my face
Nobody's here to arbitrate
Realise its time for your fate

Bis is ill....................

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One billion ways to die, and I've already tried,
Nine hundred million, nine hundred and ninety nine..

Goodbye.

"A wise man sees failure as progress
a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic"

^^

That's still one of my favorite quotes. Its been in my sig for the longest..

Now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines
with nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
cause you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
and put his head to the fan on the ceilin
Suffer real "Banned From Television" shit
Drop him off the roof of a buildin and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel that hip-hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
shootin the same videos, it's just embarassin
Usin the same formulas to have a hit
Usin the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I'll make you run for your life, chill durin the daylight
then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to detect your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
until you're platinum in ya cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes
and you get, corns on your toes
til your teeth develop halitosis
but you been goin so long without deodorant
you don't even notice it-- motherfucker!



^^Straight sickness. That verse made me start upping the intensity of my lyrics

Record industry's most wanted: "Rip the Jacker"
Wanted for the '98 slayings of several rappers
One of which went on to be a successful actor
Here's the re-enactment: He called me at my man's crib
The phone probably rang two times, then I answered
He sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me
He told me that Def Jam wanted to ban me
And told me Trace at the label wanted to bang me
Damn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me
Canibus hates the media and the magazines
They add so much credibility to elaborate schemes
Internet chatrooms with live feeds
of a rapper bein eatin alive by live bees
Sound barriers like the Lockheed, even with knock-knees
I run across rough terrain at mach speed
That's a rhyme from like 9-3
As vivid in the mind, as pictures with 600 DPI's to a sheet
If i'm high when I speak the knowledge is deep
Solid as concrete, this is real hip-hop for the streets
I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous
They served me court papers in the studio I did this in
Missin from society, because they lied to me
They didn't want to accept my doctrine of society
I studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams
At various Ivy Leagues, they respect my esteem
What do you want me to rap about? Go ahead try a theme
Gimme a person, place, or thing - I'll create the time and scene
Somewhere in Afghanistan, U.S.A survival teams
Keep a eye on their surroundings in the Jihad Regime
A total riot scene, back and forth they encrypt fiber optic beams
On my album out next spring
You motherfuckin right nigga I'm about that cream
I promised my self I wouldnt shoot it without that scene
It doesn't look right like Cash Money without that bling
Siblings, I mean we all got the same last name
Jermaine Williams, that's my name
Say it again Jermaine Williams, danggg
I think he goes by the name of the Canibus Man
And occasionally Rip the Jacker but never Stan
Get it through your head and don't ask me again
Box cutter, blade runner nigga rap 'til you sweat
Have you ever read the book called "The Catcher in The Rye"?
It so happens I'm looking for a copy I could buy
Canibus is comin for y'all round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
A lotta y'all shine, but y'all can't rhyme
And it's about time that I put y'all in line
Twist your mind with twisted rhymes
As weird as Michael Jackson's nose from the side
Flows that'll buy the quite bow for the times
No need to hide your friends are all associates of mine
Dont be a stranger come over some time
I got coke if you do lines, you get a Rover to drive
If you hear the engine knockin, just pull over to the side
I guess it hasn't been serviced in all this time
Halloween: True Hollywood Stories release date
We should have a "Who Wants to Battle Canibus?" sweepstakes
And limit it to three states; New York City: home of the greats
Philly and out West, piece-a-cake
Old school rappers, I wouldn't be around without
ain't got shit to say but keep puttin albums out
Don't let what I said get you upset
Box cutter, blade runner nigga rap 'til you sweat...

Raise my hands above my head like a sorcerer and cast a fireball across the audience to fry their brain organs

You wanna batle? is a question you should never ask/Niga, pick a tougher task, see who the fuck'll last/The loser will get a sautering iron up the ass//

The verse which YWE posted is prolly my fav of all time... sick all the way through..

100 Bars quotes from Illar are also ill..

"It doesn't matter, we all got a dark side; a loudmouthed Mau-Mau from the Apartheid" - Sickest. Rap. Metaphor. Ever.

"We all sufferin' from symptoms of Drapetomania; slavery wasn't abolished, it just took a new alias"

"I existed in the garden of Eden, gettin lifted, stickin dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress"

with skillz like that.....why can't he sell Platinum?

5 albums madly slept.........I admit I slept a ton on him too

Damn he's sick why he procrastinating on battling E?

ill indeed

DBO... you prolly listening to Big Pun

"If i ever give you the finger, it'll be behind the trigger Nigger!"

this is canibus at his best

It’s the phantom of the opera
The Dracula Caligula unpopular
Melt your ocular with rocket thrust processors
I dare you to touch the touch screen monitors without the proper gloves
Melt the skin of your fingers till they look like rounded nubs
As retarded as Forest Gump
You nothing but a too pumped chump drunk punk
With a puss filled prostate lump
You think that skunk stank?
You should have smelled the decomposing cunt
that sick gruesome grunt dumped in my trunk
I’m a hunter that’s ready to discontinue the hunt
But i’mma keep rippin you scum till the millenniums done
You couldn’t pass if you was gas outta your ass
I battle you in front of Sterling library after class
Spendin your tuition on blunts
you a dunce
You get rejected trying to join MicClub
Feces hit the fan from the front
Liquid litres of diarrhea not mud
No it’s ___ not blood
Truncate your trunk
Decapitate your face with a gun
Assasin with your tongue
Remove seven eights of your lung
donate it to monks with jumpsuits zipped down in the front
For easy access when they get clumped with the nuns.
As peaceful as evil kanevil using a dirty heroin needle after a 480 foot jump
Perform verbal acrobatic magic with crash proof tactics
Stuntmen say the f word more than once
Put you on point, ___ your funky joint
With proof like 1933 double eagle coins
Bring the noise like Enemies out in Public
You know u love it
A genie bottle covered with porcupine follicles
Try and rub it
blood drips till the tubs flooded
My dead enemies lay there gutted
till year two thousand and forty something
In the meantime everybody’s outside runnin
Cuz the puppetmaster behind the curtain is coming
With some hydrochloric stuff in the luggage
A final call newspaper under his arm saying peace my brothers
Resonances from my vocal tracks smothers the others
I bring sparks to any Bubba make him guzzle pig blubber
Do a Ninjaman cover, tell you to suck your mother
If I wanted to get at you I’ll just infect your lover
Your girl’s an exceptionally good sucker
She ain’t got no tan, I tap that ass till it changes color
I get technical with decibels that are connected to you
The audible is too incredible to sell ‘em to you
I’d rather tuck you in at night and tell ‘em to you
I introduce you to the new words and spell ‘em for you

Dropping jewels with unpunctuationingly possible hexagonical chronicles
Burn you up faster than 200 pounds of fuel
In helicopters doing loops out in Kabul
Compared to me you’re a ___ fool
I take you to school
Expose you to the negative news
Take you out for drinks put some sedatives in your booze
If you manage to win I kill you so it’s better to loose
I set it up so you win and celebrate it with you
Break the truth to you at a quarter to five
Look you square in the eye
and tell you that there’s nowhere for you to hide
Triangulate your flow to wherever you rhyme
Quintangulate your fibres one thread at a time
Bare this in mind, look a little deeper you’ll find
Line for line Canibus is the Red Giant of rhymes
Mic Club The Curriculum November 19th
B Y O B V bring your own bottle of visine
Yo University community broadcast emergency
______ proofread this verse with me
T.S. Elliot and Ezra Pound transcribed it just out of courtesy
Then I gave em the bird cuz they look like nerds to be
Come to micclub.net where real emcees perform lyrical surgery
with Pentium circuitry
Canibus, Yale Univeristy
The best way to encourage me is to keep discouraging me
Keep trynna front on me, they don’t want none of me
Float like a butterfly sting like a bumblebee
No C’s yet you lucky there’s only one of me
Rip The jacker skull drudgery on a summer’s eve
The real hiphop community got love for me
That’s why I give the love back
MicClub the curriculum a 1000 bars who can touch that!

Bis is the illest..................................

"i gots the illest most divine chromosomes inside of me//
my sperm will scamble the eggs in a womens ovaries//"

thats from Rip the Jacker lost freestyle files

"I, pulverize emcees and blow up mics/from street corner cyphers to international websites/I run up on u and set it for no reason, my flows are like body blows that cause internal bleedin'/cuz I'm the baaaddest, mothafucka, above average/with alien deoxy-ribonucleic acid/a bloodsport with metaphors of all sorts, so fly, I need a passport just to walk"

"Canibus remains undisputed whenever booted, I'm strong enough to THROW a bullet faster than a gon could SHOOT IT <<(fuckin' crazy)/and if u try to battle me face to face, I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes! Inside the mind, of an animal/who'll beat u to death with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel/I've had it with wack emcees battlin', I'm travelin' with a javelin to stab 'em in the abdomen!"

crazy shit

^Yea... that shit is sick

i've heard of canibus..i only heard Genibus cuz my friend had it ..it was nice as hell

is this guy worth buyin his album..
honostly, not from a fans pov
i know he has 2 albums out??
wich one is better?

^Lmao.. He has many albums out, and he is the greatest lyricist.. so yes.. go cop his albums

im not exactly the richest...

so...out of all of them...which one is the best?

I like "Rip the Jacker" best personally but "2000 B.C" is more raw...a classic too...