Doomsday News

[Verse 1: Canibus]
If I had half as many bars in gold as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggas wanna know is Canibus gold?
That's a stupid-ass question, motherfucker, is Canada cold?
'Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your neck with a knife
Rip through everything from tissues to blood vessels
My ninjitsu kill you with the art of Tenchu
I zig-zag-zig, crushin' a kid
With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs
Like pilots that fly Russian MIG, comin' to punish you pigs
Give a fuck who you is, nigga, Canibus in ya biz
From the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the illest shit, spray-paintin my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus
Fuck forbidden fruit, I was eatin' pussy in Genesis

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
What you got niggas that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggas actin like y'all tough for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, gun butt y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y'all!)

[Verse 2: Canibus]
Now, I said it once and I'll say it a thousand times
I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind
You wanna a piece of mine? Fine, we can take it outside
Otherwise, you're wastin' your time
'Cause I'mma shine for the one-triple-9
Niggas gamble and damage they eyes
Goin' blind, tryna keep up with these lyrical lines
The type of nigga you can't flow behind without a dope rhyme
You fuck around and get clotheslined 'til you nosedive
We can rhyme fair and square or fair in the sphere
Any place, anywhere, you niggas don't have a prayer
'Cause doomsday is near, faggot niggas is scared
They stand and stare as I appear upon a cushion of air
With a long white beard flamin', hot enough to sunburn Satan
Hotter than white people takin' vacation
Out in Jamaica, out in the sun bathin'
Sun bakin' in gamma ray radiation 'til they skin color look Cajun
Motherfuckers start agein'
To the point where they faces shrivel up like raisins
And they become cancer patients

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
What you got niggas that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggas actin like y'all tough for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, gun butt y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y'all!)

[Verse 3: Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo, I manipulate the metaphysical power
To hold my breath for half an hour
Continuously breathin' outward
You ain't an MC, you a coward
I make wack rappers lose control of they bladders
And piss in they trousers
Pink pussy possum niggas play dead
While my heat waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shit
Water molecules get transformed to vapors
My lyrics turn the Pacific into a dry lakebed
Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape decks
Niggas battle in space; tryin' to hold it down
But they can't 'cause they weightless
Amateur swordsmen gets stabbed through they face mask
Tryin' to escape death
A world where the whole globe will contract Ebola
From drinkin' spring water darker than Coca-Cola
Human with AIDS, computers with Y2K
I rock rhymes counter-clockwise until doomsday
Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all