Noetic vs Canibus

[trap.]

04-08-2002

Noetic (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=12044)

I’m bendin’ kids appendages like a master of contortion,
faster than abortion, till they shatter like plaster and porcelain.

No remorse when, I’m killin’ careers faster than the source can,
And blastin ya with force winds of disastrous proportions.

My spit is splittin ya poor diction like core fission,
With more incisions than morticians with poor vision.

My composition makes the top-magician just sit in fear,
Cuz it’s crystal clear… I make the competition just “disappear.

It’s like fumigating a home when I’m illuminating ya dome,
Cuz your every verse is worse than the first…like duplicating a clone.

In a technical sense, I’m “shocking” like an electrical fence,
I’ll wreck ya defense, and “cum” so “hard” that a testacle dents.

The festival ends, when I drop context like bomb threats,
Your nonsense…like gays at the raves selling Comtrex.

You couldn’t “see me” if you donned specs that were convexed,
And you couldn’t “get signed” if you were the line on workman’s comp checks.

I stomp necks, and give you a complex just on principle,
For claimin eminence when the “evidence” is “inadmissible.

I’m so unseen, sometimes I wonder if I’m invisible,
Cuz me and my rhymes are like hypernumbers…were indivisible.

My shyt’s invincible, and building skill with every script I write,
Even if you built a mic, filled with Kryptonite, I’d still grip it tight.

I’ll strip ya sight, so you can see the real me,
Then I’ll take ya hearing, taste and smell, so all you can do is “feel me”

My rhyme styles not trifle it’s liable to stifle my rivals,
Cuz I’m dispersin more “verses” than disciples with bibles.

Bring it “face to face”, I’ll do some sick shyt in melee,
I’ll replace my legs with pegs..and still kick shyt like Pele’.

I get kids yellin “Mayday!” from inside my intestinal “track”,
Cuz I’m ingestin the wack, and like you they were destined to slack.

My rhymes are so “dope” ..I think they’re investin in smack,
And caused so many heart attacks, they got arrested for crack.

I’m wrestling the mack, out ya hand and leave you less than intact,
And start punchin you for somethin’ like “frontin” till ya chest’s in the “back”.

I’ll have you “throwin ya hands up”, like you got a question to ask,
Like a contestant who lacks, the brains to pay attention to facts.

You’re infested with plaque, so when ya spit ya probably stain glass,
And the Methane from all that “shyt talking” has got your brain “gassed”.

My main task, is to spit flames till ya brain blasts,
And make the same flash as a high octane plane crash.

Fukk bein slain fast, In this game I make the pain last,
I’ll leave your frame gashed, maime ya lame ass while ya vein’s slashed.





~Canibus~ (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=11184)

Death By Wordz Once Again
yo these so-called emcees talking about being "cannablist" in their rhymes/
I agree with them completely however cause I've seen you "bite" so many times/
so many times,so many lines/
try to "sample" material bitch and you'll definetly pay fines/
but not "paying dues" because this isn't a "commercial"/
better off filing "bankruptcy" in your "skillz" cause this is going controversial/
don't ya know Can-I molecule burner burns plagurisers/
and it's time to scorch phony NEOTIC in dark comedic satires/ yeah your "NEOTIC" but only in the "bi**h world"/
but this is the real one and your about to get hurled/
I'll come up running with a scaple and cut through your "plastic" skin/
your about as real as "silicon" bitch and I'll label that too to your twins/
now lil coward got no "back bone" cause I just removed your "spine"/
my profession is a surgen and your diagnosed disease isn't one of a kind/
actually it's a well known "cancer" which is spreading through the industry/
it starts with writers blocks and ends with "pasting" on "deliveries"/
yo I'm here now to measures your "weight" in calories but the scales say u can't even "hold it down"/
wanna do a death round kid but sucker you just got clowned/ met your final match, I'm a spin ya, beat ya, and "scratch" out your matter till your disperse/
sucker ass wanna be "underground" we'll I just put ya in a hurst/
I guess now that I finished ya you'll never see your ****** again/ I'm so ill that when I get my "point" across you'll dye of "lead poisoning"/
from this time on I should consider myself a simile/
because you wanna be emcees wanna be just "like" me- but in ****** there's no imitations allowed/
dont open your mouth
Bi**h you da one who couldn't get a record deal because your style stinks like the sun on a pyramid of dirty pampers/
with those rhymes you couldn't be a millionaire even if you gave chris tarrant 15 correct answers/
This is only the second round but I've already got the advantage/ you're like a paintbrush in the hand of an artist you're about to hit the canvas/
You claimin that I'm wack/
but you know everybody be "FEELIN" my rhyming words and sentence fragments/
even paralyzed n***as wit severe nerve damage/
You must realize that I'm not from this planet/
my ship ran out of gas, and Earth was tha closest place so I crash landed/
named Canibus A.K.A tha Galactic Bandit/
The only way I can survive here is by devouring rap teams/
like a iron icome to let off steam/
This neotic pr**k'll be frantic, when I leave him breath-less like an asthmatic/
running laps around the planet/
when Im causing erratic static like wool fabrics with verbal mathmatics/
It must be sytematic, how Im programmed/
to take you to more dimensions than holograms/
I aint give a damn I still plan to have you sending me more fan mail than Stan/and have you run faster than U.S. soldiers in Iran/
cuz my pen and pad is more reciprocal than products by supply and demand/
you cant stand-it cuz Im like broken glass/
you couldnt rock-shit if I shoved stones up your ass/
youll never surpass these hazardouse chemical gasses/
the outcomes disasterous, cuz I cause more radiation than meteor crashes/
Ill give yo pops fifty lashes and turn you to a bastard/
cuz you couldnt be on-point if you sat on a ***tus/
you must be the wackest rap artist/
coming half hearted, like your physical structure has been parted/
so "dearly departed we have gathered here today,
to witness a wack cat who fell prey canibus' diabolic ways"/
and we all know only the wack will see you again someday/
it's "irelevent" for you not to think I would take your challenge/ creating life and matter like the big bang in my creations/ destroying clones that walk across the nations like dopple gangsers' facings trying to destroy their masters/
in a plot the escape goats will stempede through the door/ time warp infinity getting to the core/
of your spineless back take the knive I was stabbed in the back in and slit you to a corpse/
like your plastic dolls deflating as it's valve is released/
watch the disease as it's released to the room/
hypnitus consumes like the "Canibus" consumes whole hole in your soul's soon/
enough truth more lies propaganda disguised as advertisement/ your assignment is to sign out and newer return again to post/ hostes in your body known as ego's are trying to parachut/
when they jump out I shoot with a lyrical hypoon/
that demoralizes like chaos doom/
I'm the spoon of an acid that will enclose writing blocks/
stutter like, like, like, more assimilies to keep draging-on/
a virus has broken your plastic image illusions/
you sold out like prostituion/
I'm so sick I can elimintate by throwing a single stone and killing two characters/
like kill Jay-Z and that kills Dre automatically afterword - I accept, post a thread and
I'll kill everything with just verbs
This neotic be drippin with wackness/
lyrical skills you lack this/
you fall prey to my tactics/
Ill make you dissapear quicker than white rabbits inside a magicians hat tricks/
You straight wack kid!,my flows be morbid/
harder than cats in porn flicks fu**ing six porn chicks/
you straight amateur/
and Im about to point out all ya flows like a chricature/
your mediocre verses are more worthless than surplus/
like micro-organisms dwelling beneath the earths surface/
you nervous writing wack verses on purpose/
while I stay so sick I have to spit surrounded by nurses/
you the weakest individual Ive ever came across/
you stay broke and thats why you cant win at any cost/
.Im boss the L x O x S defeating you with such a slight caress/
ya ass can gargle with Scope and still couldnt spit fresh/
Im raw like burning flesh and youll never supress/
the material evidence of my Relevance/
and I posses true lyrical intelligence...
motherf***er

CANIBUS JUST BUSSED YO ASS!!!!!