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Canibus - Текст песни Vitruvian CanMan
[Canibus]
 Yo, even when I rhyme slow
 My lyrics move at a high rate of speed cause they comin down slow
 My pantheon stands beyond songs, beyond the norm
 I've managed to draw the sihlouette of God
 Connect the dots with stars 'til my C forms
 in the shape of a deep sea prawn, go to the store
 Grab the CD without tongs or gloves on
 And see if it don't barbecue your palms and arms
 Ambience have a seance in the garden of Eve
 I'm a God, a gardener, a guardian of trees
 Banana clips and the spliff is all I'ma need
 I'ma inhale and exhale as long as I breathe
 Turn the mic on, I'ma torment the beat
 Tear the club down with a warning to leave
 Snit snow in the sauna, up to my knees
 Conduct business with broads that fuck for the queen
 Givin angels anal through halos
 Cause the skinny nigga in the seude gold say so
 I'm a pimp with a payroll, tryin to get paid
 Worldwide, I'm thinkin 'bout hirin some gays
 I pace back and forth like a lion in a cageCanibus - Vitruvian CanMan - http://ru.motolyrics.com/canibus/vitruvian-canman-lyrics.html
 Goin out in a blaze, call the fire brigade
 This is Canibus nigga, fuck what you heard about the name
 Niggaz know the steez, I tear mics out the frame
 Who wanna be famous, who's the brainless ignoramus
 Tryin to go against my steel stainless, I train for this
 How the fuck you gon' be grimy? Your guns is tiny
 Kill me you gotta deal with a batallion behind me
 In the center of the circle I stand as the Virtuvian Man
 I'm the illest, truly I am
 I unzip my own flesh and step out my skin
 Let you observe my inner being, it's a beautiful thing
 The intensity in the eyes, the reflection in the rhymes
 Microscopes couldn't find the depths of my design
 Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
 Sometimes I rhyme so long, the listeners quit
 This the template real MC's should abide by
 Let me wipe the mucus out the side of your mind's eye
 Singlehandedly carried the torch for ten years
 With a trojan horse techinque, that modern man feared
 And I never lost a battle motherfucker don't front
 Maybe on the 32nd day of the 13th month, CHUMP!











