Canibus - Get Retarded Lyrics
G-g-g-g-g-g get retarted *sampled* *2x*Get g-get get retartedG-g-g-g-g-g get retarted *2x*[canibus]Yo; niggas is phony frontin like they masters ceremoniesNone of these suckers are even remotely close to meTo be nice I sacrifice things like no sleepI keep a library of lyrics on microficheCreating concepts so deep, niggas quote meThey rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homiesI did things beyond your flows, eons agoIts inevitable, in 98 ima blowEver since 84, I been in it to win itBut since back then we used to battle by ? spittin on the cement?You cant even absorb the rhymes I recordOr resolve the deep laws of the physics involvedI travel to the end of the universe and beyondConcepts, I arrange from a cellular star sectFrom the galaxy of andromedaI puzzle niggas like crop-circles and other unexplained phenomenaChorus: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 bitinAll I really want is you niggas to start writinAll I really want is you niggas to be originalAnd start spittin some lyrical shit I can listen toYou havent written the perfect rhyme yetYou dont even know the sequences to the human-geno projectYou havent come in terms with your God yetAnd you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objectsWhen I bomb niggas, I get retarted probably more than you bargainedIm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit, hype shit, blow up a mic shit,You might get, beat the ***** up in broad daylight with a nighstickTo the british, Im ghandiTo the japanese Im an american pilot flying over nagasakiTo the aids patient Im your last anti-bodySitting and waiting for a cure for minor biologyChorus[canibus]Yo, I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you a *****And completely ruin your ability to lie to meI pull a nine on a bully, ***** back the cannonGoddamnit, I dont think you fully understand itAsk nine out of ten niggas on the planetWho the best is, the question would go unansweredTill I step up, to the front line with rhymesRevving my engines like they were powered by theyre mindsMurdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my dnas double-helixI leave you in troubled spirits, Im absolutely the purestBreeder mc from the united states of america to europe I deserve itHowever you wanna word it, Im perfectTouch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purposeMother*****er!(g-g-g-g-g-g get retarted)Chorus
