Get Retarded

Yo; niggas is phony frontin like they masters ceremonies

None of these suckers are even remotely close to me

To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep

I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche

Creating concepts so deep niggas quote me

They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies

I did things beyond your flows, eons ago

Its inevitable, in '98 I'ma blow

Ever since '84, I been in it to win it

But since back then we used to battle by ?spittin on the cement?

You can't even absorb the rhymes I record

Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved

I travel to the end of the universe and beyond

Concepts, I arrange from a cellular star sect'

From the galaxy of Andromeda

I puzzle niggas like crop-circles and other unexplained phenomena

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Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage

(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)

You spineless, rhymeless, niggas is heartless

(Get G-Get Get retarted)

Aiyyo, I came to see that hiphop is never tarnished

(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)

So I *echoes*

(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)

[Canibus]

Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggas to stop bitin

All I really want is you niggas to start writin

All I really want is you niggas to be original

And start spittin some lyrical shit I can listen to

You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet

You don't even know the sequences to the Human-Geno Project

You haven't come in terms with your God yet

And you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objects

When I bomb niggas, I get retarted probably more than you bargained

I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit, hype shit, blow up a

mic shit,

You might get, beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick

To the British, I'm Ghandi

To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki

To the AIDS patient I'm your last anti-body

Sitting and waiting for a cure for minor biology

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[Canibus]

Yo, I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you a pussy

And completely ruin your ability to lie to me

I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon

Goddamnit, I don't think you fully understand it

Ask nine out of ten niggas on the planet

Who the best is, the question would go unanswered

Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes

Revving my engines like they were powered by they're minds

Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix

I leave you in troubled spirits, I'm absolutely the purest

Breeder MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it

However you wanna word it, I'm perfect

Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose

Motherfucker!

(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)

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