Canibus

Canibus - Get Retarded lyrics

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Get G Get Get retarted
 G G G G G G Get retarted *2X*
 [Canibus]
 Yo; niggas is phony frontin like they masters ceremonies
 None of these suckers are even remotely close to me
 To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep
 I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche
 Creating concepts so deep  niggas quote me
 They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies
 I did things beyond your flows, eons ago
 Its inevitable, in '98 I'ma blow
 Ever since '84, I been in it to win it
 But since back then we used to battle by ?spittin on the cement?
 You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
 Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved
 I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
 Concepts, I arrange from a cellular star sect'
 From the galaxy of Andromeda
 I puzzle niggas like crop-circles and other unexplained phenomena
 Chorus:
 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 bitin
 All I really want is you niggas to start writin
 All I really want is you niggas to be original
 And start spittin some lyrical shit I can listen to
 You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
 You don't even know the sequences to the Human-Geno Project
 You haven't come in terms with your God yet
 And you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objects
 When I bomb niggas, I get retarted probably more than you bargained
 I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit, hype shit, blow up a
 mic shit,
 You might get, beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick
 To the British, I'm Ghandi
 To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki
 To the AIDS patient I'm your last anti-body
 Sitting and waiting for a cure for minor biology
 Chorus
 [Canibus]
 Yo, I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you a pussy
 And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
 I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon
 Goddamnit, I don't think you fully understand it
 Ask nine out of ten niggas on the planet
 Who the best is, the question would go unanswered
 Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes
 Revving my engines like they were powered by they're minds
 Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix
 I leave you in troubled spirits, I'm absolutely the purest
 Breeder MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
 However you wanna word it, I'm perfect
 Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
 Motherfucker!
 (G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Universal Records Inc.

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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