Vitruvian Canman

[Canibus]

Yo, even when I rhyme slow

My lyrics move at a high rate of speed cause they comin down slow

My pantheon stands beyond songs, beyond the norm

I've managed to draw the sihlouette of God

Connect the dots with stars 'til my C forms

in the shape of a deep sea prawn, go to the store

Grab the CD without tongs or gloves on

And see if it don't barbecue your palms and arms

Ambience have a seance in the garden of Eve

I'm a God, a gardener, a guardian of trees

Banana clips and the spliff is all I'ma need

I'ma inhale and exhale as long as I breathe

Turn the mic on, I'ma torment the beat

Tear the club down with a warning to leave

Snit snow in the sauna, up to my knees

Conduct business with broads that fuck for the queen

Givin angels anal through halos

Cause the skinny nigga in the seude gold say so

I'm a pimp with a payroll, tryin to get paid

Worldwide, I'm thinkin 'bout hirin some gays

I pace back and forth like a lion in a cage

Goin out in a blaze, call the fire brigade

This is Canibus nigga, fuck what you heard about the name

Niggaz know the steez, I tear mics out the frame

Who wanna be famous, who's the brainless ignoramus

Tryin to go against my steel stainless, I train for this

How the fuck you gon' be grimy? Your guns is tiny

Kill me you gotta deal with a batallion behind me

In the center of the circle I stand as the Virtuvian Man

I'm the illest, truly I am

I unzip my own flesh and step out my skin

Let you observe my inner being, it's a beautiful thing

The intensity in the eyes, the reflection in the rhymes

Microscopes couldn't find the depths of my design

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme so long, the listeners quit

This the template real MC's should abide by

Let me wipe the mucus out the side of your mind's eye

Singlehandedly carried the torch for ten years

With a trojan horse techinque, that modern man feared

And I never lost a battle motherfucker don't front

Maybe on the 32nd day of the 13th month, CHUMP!