Dead By Design Remix
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๐ ID: 28081040
๐ Lyrics
Canibus, throwing melanated Molotov cocktails
Engineer, directly out of wholesale's business
Ripping, the jacker, ain't nobody nastier
Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance you
Suspense thriller Canibus, the lyrical adjective killer
My melatonin magic is enhanced by the melatonin tablets
Come take a walk with Canibus Ardipithecus Ramidus
What the fuck is melatonin magic, bitch?
I still ain't understanding the shit
Okay, my brain is a microchip, my
Two balls with a cane is a macro dick
I rap so sick, I create a swine flu out of an infinite mix
You try to diss, but you can't even spit
You just stand there and wish with your
Hand on your hips, man you a bitch
Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king?
You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars
Y'all was silent, I ain't heard nothing about it
I had to give you three years to recognize
And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes
The internet is an early telepathic building set
My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats
The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent
But children don't understand the concept of consequence
So yes, it's immature to express disrespect
But no, I will not accept what the media says
They are the reason we are being misled
There are forces above them that feed
Off our stress, suffering and death
I am dead by design, 'cause nobody tells me what to rhyme
I make up my own fucking mind
There are more of us than them, but at the same time
They are gods, and we are just mortal men
Thirteen levels above thirty-three, let me say it again
They are gods, we are just mortal men
I cannot imagine their power
They put a black family in the White
House, just so they can take away ours
You tryna plan a great escape, you a coward
They gon' march us in a gas chamber, make us think we taking a shower
Mamas and babies is crying, the children of Zion belong to Skynet
Nobody knows who's behind it
So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either
But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer
In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper
The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker
After this album they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac
Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive if it's like that
Then fuck Tiamat, you can laugh at my appearance
Well fuck you for standing there staring
Fuck everything on this planet including the evil spirits
Notwithstanding the aliens acting like they don't hear us
There's no need to fear us, just come down and help us
I love James Brown more than I love
Elvis, but that don't mean I'm selfish
Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish
Crispy, crunchy, black, crawling out of Hell's pit
You scream for hardcore? I felt it
But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit?
You won't do a motherfucking thing
'Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit
'Cause if my brother stand next to me, the energy expands collectively
The world was never ready for me
And they ain't ready for they own freedom neither
They perish from the heat of the fire breathers
Crawling out of they caves to eat 'em like thin crust pizza
Cthulhu creatures with rough features
Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus
How many meters? Reload and squeeze it
I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even
That's where the biggest demon is, it's no secret
But nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it
But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down
I got possessed by my own raps, wow
Knock, knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown
I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now
My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle
But at least I got better beats now
Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad
I apologize, but you acting like a real fag
What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like?
Twelve years later, I still don't get
Acknowledged for the shit that I write
But I don't wanna talk to you now
It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around
They still ask me about "Second Round", even now
"Canibus, can you tell us what happened
Again?" Look at this fucking clown
Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question
And act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em
You a cyborg unit with no soul to it, stupid surrogate
Twelve years later, I'm on some other shit
And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
After this album, they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
The Illuminati's gon' kill me, just like they did Pac
Blood sacrifice or not
It's Professor Griff the Ex-Minister, signing out
Engineer, directly out of wholesale's business
Ripping, the jacker, ain't nobody nastier
Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance you
Suspense thriller Canibus, the lyrical adjective killer
My melatonin magic is enhanced by the melatonin tablets
Come take a walk with Canibus Ardipithecus Ramidus
What the fuck is melatonin magic, bitch?
I still ain't understanding the shit
Okay, my brain is a microchip, my
Two balls with a cane is a macro dick
I rap so sick, I create a swine flu out of an infinite mix
You try to diss, but you can't even spit
You just stand there and wish with your
Hand on your hips, man you a bitch
Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king?
You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars
Y'all was silent, I ain't heard nothing about it
I had to give you three years to recognize
And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes
The internet is an early telepathic building set
My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats
The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent
But children don't understand the concept of consequence
So yes, it's immature to express disrespect
But no, I will not accept what the media says
They are the reason we are being misled
There are forces above them that feed
Off our stress, suffering and death
I am dead by design, 'cause nobody tells me what to rhyme
I make up my own fucking mind
There are more of us than them, but at the same time
They are gods, and we are just mortal men
Thirteen levels above thirty-three, let me say it again
They are gods, we are just mortal men
I cannot imagine their power
They put a black family in the White
House, just so they can take away ours
You tryna plan a great escape, you a coward
They gon' march us in a gas chamber, make us think we taking a shower
Mamas and babies is crying, the children of Zion belong to Skynet
Nobody knows who's behind it
So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either
But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer
In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper
The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker
After this album they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac
Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive if it's like that
Then fuck Tiamat, you can laugh at my appearance
Well fuck you for standing there staring
Fuck everything on this planet including the evil spirits
Notwithstanding the aliens acting like they don't hear us
There's no need to fear us, just come down and help us
I love James Brown more than I love
Elvis, but that don't mean I'm selfish
Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish
Crispy, crunchy, black, crawling out of Hell's pit
You scream for hardcore? I felt it
But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit?
You won't do a motherfucking thing
'Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit
'Cause if my brother stand next to me, the energy expands collectively
The world was never ready for me
And they ain't ready for they own freedom neither
They perish from the heat of the fire breathers
Crawling out of they caves to eat 'em like thin crust pizza
Cthulhu creatures with rough features
Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus
How many meters? Reload and squeeze it
I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even
That's where the biggest demon is, it's no secret
But nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it
But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down
I got possessed by my own raps, wow
Knock, knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown
I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now
My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle
But at least I got better beats now
Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad
I apologize, but you acting like a real fag
What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like?
Twelve years later, I still don't get
Acknowledged for the shit that I write
But I don't wanna talk to you now
It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around
They still ask me about "Second Round", even now
"Canibus, can you tell us what happened
Again?" Look at this fucking clown
Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question
And act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em
You a cyborg unit with no soul to it, stupid surrogate
Twelve years later, I'm on some other shit
And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
After this album, they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
The Illuminati's gon' kill me, just like they did Pac
Blood sacrifice or not
It's Professor Griff the Ex-Minister, signing out
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.88] Canibus, throwing melanated Molotov cocktails
[00:07.64] Engineer, directly out of wholesale's business
[00:11.38] Ripping, the jacker, ain't nobody nastier
[00:14.34] Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance you
[00:17.44] Suspense thriller Canibus, the lyrical adjective killer
[00:22.29] My melatonin magic is enhanced by the melatonin tablets
[00:26.09] Come take a walk with Canibus Ardipithecus Ramidus
[00:29.25] What the fuck is melatonin magic, bitch?
[00:31.44] I still ain't understanding the shit
[00:33.12] Okay, my brain is a microchip, my
[00:35.43] Two balls with a cane is a macro dick
[00:37.76] I rap so sick, I create a swine flu out of an infinite mix
[00:41.55] You try to diss, but you can't even spit
[00:43.65] You just stand there and wish with your
[00:45.10] Hand on your hips, man you a bitch
[00:47.36] Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king?
[00:49.90] You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars
[00:52.89] Y'all was silent, I ain't heard nothing about it
[00:55.56] I had to give you three years to recognize
[00:57.98] And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes
[01:01.27] The internet is an early telepathic building set
[01:04.02] My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats
[01:06.62] The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent
[01:09.57] But children don't understand the concept of consequence
[01:12.36] So yes, it's immature to express disrespect
[01:15.14] But no, I will not accept what the media says
[01:17.86] They are the reason we are being misled
[01:19.91] There are forces above them that feed
[01:21.87] Off our stress, suffering and death
[01:23.58] I am dead by design, 'cause nobody tells me what to rhyme
[01:27.36] I make up my own fucking mind
[01:29.15] There are more of us than them, but at the same time
[01:31.93] They are gods, and we are just mortal men
[01:34.64] Thirteen levels above thirty-three, let me say it again
[01:38.10] They are gods, we are just mortal men
[01:40.28] I cannot imagine their power
[01:41.94] They put a black family in the White
[01:43.79] House, just so they can take away ours
[01:45.73] You tryna plan a great escape, you a coward
[01:47.98] They gon' march us in a gas chamber, make us think we taking a shower
[01:51.41] Mamas and babies is crying, the children of Zion belong to Skynet
[01:55.26] Nobody knows who's behind it
[01:57.05] So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either
[01:59.86] But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer
[02:02.62] In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper
[02:05.85] The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker
[02:08.03] After this album they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
[02:11.13] Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac
[02:13.84] Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive if it's like that
[02:18.11] Then fuck Tiamat, you can laugh at my appearance
[02:21.00] Well fuck you for standing there staring
[02:23.31] Fuck everything on this planet including the evil spirits
[02:26.42] Notwithstanding the aliens acting like they don't hear us
[02:29.33] There's no need to fear us, just come down and help us
[02:32.19] I love James Brown more than I love
[02:34.19] Elvis, but that don't mean I'm selfish
[02:36.27] Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish
[02:38.85] Crispy, crunchy, black, crawling out of Hell's pit
[02:41.70] You scream for hardcore? I felt it
[02:43.93] But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit?
[02:47.64] You won't do a motherfucking thing
[02:49.36] 'Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit
[02:52.69] 'Cause if my brother stand next to me, the energy expands collectively
[02:56.58] The world was never ready for me
[02:58.30] And they ain't ready for they own freedom neither
[03:00.59] They perish from the heat of the fire breathers
[03:02.66] Crawling out of they caves to eat 'em like thin crust pizza
[03:05.54] Cthulhu creatures with rough features
[03:07.59] Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus
[03:09.69] How many meters? Reload and squeeze it
[03:11.93] I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even
[03:15.30] That's where the biggest demon is, it's no secret
[03:18.06] But nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it
[03:20.69] But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down
[03:24.27] I got possessed by my own raps, wow
[03:26.69] Knock, knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown
[03:29.14] I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now
[03:32.10] My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle
[03:35.51] But at least I got better beats now
[03:37.59] Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad
[03:40.31] I apologize, but you acting like a real fag
[03:43.12] What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like?
[03:45.10] Twelve years later, I still don't get
[03:46.73] Acknowledged for the shit that I write
[03:48.55] But I don't wanna talk to you now
[03:50.40] It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around
[03:54.12] They still ask me about "Second Round", even now
[03:56.92] "Canibus, can you tell us what happened
[03:58.35] Again?" Look at this fucking clown
[04:00.32] Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question
[04:02.86] And act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em
[04:05.70] You a cyborg unit with no soul to it, stupid surrogate
[04:09.29] Twelve years later, I'm on some other shit
[04:11.65] And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
[04:14.48] And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
[04:17.89] After this album, they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
[04:22.95] The Illuminati's gon' kill me, just like they did Pac
[04:27.54] Blood sacrifice or not
[04:30.64] It's Professor Griff the Ex-Minister, signing out
[04:53.84]
[00:07.64] Engineer, directly out of wholesale's business
[00:11.38] Ripping, the jacker, ain't nobody nastier
[00:14.34] Spitting and grabbing facts and data to enhance you
[00:17.44] Suspense thriller Canibus, the lyrical adjective killer
[00:22.29] My melatonin magic is enhanced by the melatonin tablets
[00:26.09] Come take a walk with Canibus Ardipithecus Ramidus
[00:29.25] What the fuck is melatonin magic, bitch?
[00:31.44] I still ain't understanding the shit
[00:33.12] Okay, my brain is a microchip, my
[00:35.43] Two balls with a cane is a macro dick
[00:37.76] I rap so sick, I create a swine flu out of an infinite mix
[00:41.55] You try to diss, but you can't even spit
[00:43.65] You just stand there and wish with your
[00:45.10] Hand on your hips, man you a bitch
[00:47.36] Who the fuck is you to criticize a lyrical king?
[00:49.90] You see, that's my problem, I spit a thousand bars
[00:52.89] Y'all was silent, I ain't heard nothing about it
[00:55.56] I had to give you three years to recognize
[00:57.98] And then I realized, can't nobody even fuck with my rhymes
[01:01.27] The internet is an early telepathic building set
[01:04.02] My lyrics are international nuclear missile threats
[01:06.62] The blogosphere is where you vent frustration and discontent
[01:09.57] But children don't understand the concept of consequence
[01:12.36] So yes, it's immature to express disrespect
[01:15.14] But no, I will not accept what the media says
[01:17.86] They are the reason we are being misled
[01:19.91] There are forces above them that feed
[01:21.87] Off our stress, suffering and death
[01:23.58] I am dead by design, 'cause nobody tells me what to rhyme
[01:27.36] I make up my own fucking mind
[01:29.15] There are more of us than them, but at the same time
[01:31.93] They are gods, and we are just mortal men
[01:34.64] Thirteen levels above thirty-three, let me say it again
[01:38.10] They are gods, we are just mortal men
[01:40.28] I cannot imagine their power
[01:41.94] They put a black family in the White
[01:43.79] House, just so they can take away ours
[01:45.73] You tryna plan a great escape, you a coward
[01:47.98] They gon' march us in a gas chamber, make us think we taking a shower
[01:51.41] Mamas and babies is crying, the children of Zion belong to Skynet
[01:55.26] Nobody knows who's behind it
[01:57.05] So if you don't care, fine then, I don't care either
[01:59.86] But I ain't spineless like you, I'm a true believer
[02:02.62] In the metaphysical ether, you listening to the lyrical reaper
[02:05.85] The spiritual teacher, empirical speaker
[02:08.03] After this album they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
[02:11.13] Killuminati just gon' murder me like Pac
[02:13.84] Blood sacrifice or not, I don't even wanna be alive if it's like that
[02:18.11] Then fuck Tiamat, you can laugh at my appearance
[02:21.00] Well fuck you for standing there staring
[02:23.31] Fuck everything on this planet including the evil spirits
[02:26.42] Notwithstanding the aliens acting like they don't hear us
[02:29.33] There's no need to fear us, just come down and help us
[02:32.19] I love James Brown more than I love
[02:34.19] Elvis, but that don't mean I'm selfish
[02:36.27] Soft but hard on the outside like shellfish
[02:38.85] Crispy, crunchy, black, crawling out of Hell's pit
[02:41.70] You scream for hardcore? I felt it
[02:43.93] But what you gon' do when they kill me on some Eminem and L shit?
[02:47.64] You won't do a motherfucking thing
[02:49.36] 'Cause let me tell you why, you a coward and you don't know shit
[02:52.69] 'Cause if my brother stand next to me, the energy expands collectively
[02:56.58] The world was never ready for me
[02:58.30] And they ain't ready for they own freedom neither
[03:00.59] They perish from the heat of the fire breathers
[03:02.66] Crawling out of they caves to eat 'em like thin crust pizza
[03:05.54] Cthulhu creatures with rough features
[03:07.59] Jeepers creepers, good luck with Jesus
[03:09.69] How many meters? Reload and squeeze it
[03:11.93] I run up in the Vatican with demons, just to get even
[03:15.30] That's where the biggest demon is, it's no secret
[03:18.06] But nobody else sees it, so they won't believe it
[03:20.69] But that's when I calm back down, the key word is back down
[03:24.27] I got possessed by my own raps, wow
[03:26.69] Knock, knock, who's home? The black Dan Brown
[03:29.14] I didn't mean what I said, please don't kill me now
[03:32.10] My ghostwriter's not around, plus it was just a freestyle
[03:35.51] But at least I got better beats now
[03:37.59] Meanwhile, motherfuckers still mad, I feel bad
[03:40.31] I apologize, but you acting like a real fag
[03:43.12] What the fuck I'm supposed to feel like?
[03:45.10] Twelve years later, I still don't get
[03:46.73] Acknowledged for the shit that I write
[03:48.55] But I don't wanna talk to you now
[03:50.40] It'd be a motherfucking miracle if you even see me walking around
[03:54.12] They still ask me about "Second Round", even now
[03:56.92] "Canibus, can you tell us what happened
[03:58.35] Again?" Look at this fucking clown
[04:00.32] Can't get over it, they ask me a loaded question
[04:02.86] And act like I'm the one that's promoted it, hang up on 'em
[04:05.70] You a cyborg unit with no soul to it, stupid surrogate
[04:09.29] Twelve years later, I'm on some other shit
[04:11.65] And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
[04:14.48] And so is the whole world, look at them motherships
[04:17.89] After this album, they gon' call me a leader, but I'm not
[04:22.95] The Illuminati's gon' kill me, just like they did Pac
[04:27.54] Blood sacrifice or not
[04:30.64] It's Professor Griff the Ex-Minister, signing out
[04:53.84]