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Correct The Goetia Lyrics
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Correct The Goetia
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(Ergonomical) [Sample:] "And this variation of analogy of working that comes from On this idea that they were created on the Earth These giants were created by the natural themselves They can manifest.. " [Chorus:] Nothin' to prove, nothin' to lose Can-I-Bus - bussin' in the booth Straight out +The Goetia+ to eat ya This is the fire breather Nothin' to prove, nothin' to lose Can-I-Bus and Mic Club - bussin' in the booth [Canibus:] Microphone check one-two, you know what it is Can-I-Bus, still gettin' biz Rip mics, gas molecules emit light I bring delta T. C. Squared to the fistfight First, I developed the fence Then negotiate disarmament from the other side of the fence Hence, the tetrahedron is a prison for a four-headed demon I weaken, every time I see him Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleedin' I create Hip-Hop but don't need it I turn my back on rap like God turned his back on Eden To return like Cat Stevens For those who believe it, I live it, I breathe it I smash mics to pieces, that's the secret I cannot fail, I rock bells On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a desert to a garden? That's where I come in, runnin', straight gunnin' Ready to punish, nigga I don't budge one inch Fuck it, double the budget Niggaz turned Hip-Hop to somethin' it wasn't Made it hard to love it So I come back to conquer with a monster mantra My spiritual father is Swami Vivekananda Rhymes promote freedom, stabilize the region Think for yourselves, it's just like breathin' The departed Hip-Hop artist regardin' the condition of the carnage Dead farmers I already saw it Back to the army, back to pituitary Back to the heartbeat, off-beat on a dark street Comfy, aggressive assistive trainin' Hajji somewhere waitin', one minute remainin' Satellites counter locatin', the bloodbath begins bathin' We both believe we're fightin' Satan 'Cause we both got the same God, who accepts the same sacrifice Blood, tears, life, fine picks and trowels are real I was holdin' a weapon when I was overpowered, there was no album Thirty-minute sessions cleanin' weapons askin' myself questions About what happened last mission, Radiation isolation I'ma asshole but I'm patient for a nurse with nice shaped tits I'm a poet, my house is a palace A small cavernous passage, darker than the Catacombs of Paris Chateau de Canibus, Saint Germaine sadomasochist I don't use chains to trap a bitch Don't get distracted, repeat your rap's schematic Over and over until it's automatic My body is a machine, machines need fuel Two gastro-nasal tubes, feed me smoothie food The recluse clearly produced the abstract schematic You can use over a glass of fresh-squeezed pear juice Right side paralyzed above the waist Below the waist the left side paralyzed, this a unique case It's a challenge to rhyme great, lost weight Lost sense of smell and taste, wastin' away payin' attention to space Sayin' "wait!" open the gate, rusty screwers reverberate Through the deserted desolate space of this purgative place Grimoires and metaphor law, make your skin crawl Nothin' to prove, this is lyrical law
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