The Emerald Cypher

Niggaz listen to this shit right now

Got this shit goin down

That New World Order, niggaz is holdin it down

Niggaz ain't ready man, everybody know what time it is man

Y'all niggaz listenin to this shit right now

All my niggaz in the street

Man y'all niggaz know what time it is, are they ready?

Let's see it, let's see if these niggaz is ready man

My brain is a coliseum unfinished, an art museum that none vision

A masoleum before the sun risen

Dark wisdom, break the order of the magic witches

The tablet that we gifted, fall in the hands of the music business

The sacred oath, to snake his post

He flinches, I take his ghost

Shadow war, we battle for

The emerald wing that unfold wings

When you enter the temple they sing, hieroglyphs

Up a spiral cliff, follow the monk for months

Close your eyes when his disciples is sent

Every morn' the first satellite hit

I spit, the prayer laws recite from scripts

Then it's back to the silence

Patient observe the lotus bud, I write the scroll on each clove

This is discipline before beast mode

Follow G-O-D code

Fondle my prayers beads, under a pear tree, this prepares me

Then a chair was formed by the bees

I bared the dare, come around me

I won't speak for weeks, I hold my tongue

Now I can hold the Sun - how is it I outnumber y'all?

And y'all got me by 6 to 1 (y'all got me by 6 to 1)

The Elohim hold court in the ether

Decidin the fate of the human race I plead my case through the speakers

Sun the rapper who mastered the dark matter

The God particle mass created to smash atoms

Deal with energies that vibrate at higher frequencies

Your chakra's gotta be in line to even speak to me

Journey through time and I doubt you'll ever find

A shine on mines like mine that dwarf Einstein

See I confuse Confuscius, with a complex theory of evolution

With mind power that devoured Isaac Newton

Heaven on Earth? Nah! It's more like some sort of Hell

War with Satan ground shakin from the mortar shell

Escape the Matrix like Morpheus

Dodgin bullets in slow motion like we smokin some dust

But my third eye's bright enough to spar with the Dalai Lama

Verbal projectiles pierece spiritual body armor

I'm a, master builder from an enslaved mason

Tryin to hide my true identity as my creation

Lines I scribed identify who I'm facin

It's war! And either you a God or a Satan

"Lyrical Law" draws a paper thin between love and hate

Decide if you destroy or create

They think it's verbal but this warfare is spiritual

We box 'em in, apply pressure to his physical

Check one two, who got more style than Sun do?

None do, solar flare your Earth duke, son you

I body the mic, I body the beat

I body the emcee with the audacity to flow after me

My automated system got eight wicked concoctions

If that don't satisfy press nine for more options

BOOOOP, I can't believe you just did that

Twenty thousand wigs just concurrently slid back

Ha~! I blow flames in hot dosages

If I get too thirsty the Earth'll be oceanless

Feelings don't move me, I guess I'm emotionless

Sick party host, pinata full of locustses

Bobbin for live grenades inside a bucket

I know the plural pronounciation is "locust" but fuck it!

What are the percentages, of a man actually choken to death

After swallowin phonetic images?

I spit unlimited pandemics, they're liberally distributed

Millions of rappers skin grafts and can't spit it

As I child I would see and slay; they'd check my room

And find my imaginary friend's imaginary DNA

It's gutwrenching - my ultimate intention

Is to sit on top of The Tower of Infinite Ascension

K-Rino the agg' jacker who ravages natural

Like Z in the alphabet I keep comin after you

The judge said for the sake of my health

I've been ordered to stay a hundred miles away from myself

You ain't hard! You a fake, I won't stop until I've blown his cover

You softer than the baby sister of a Jonas Brother

You ain't a behavioral scientist, why you dyin to spit?

You try too hard when you rhymin with 'Bis, try again

Approved this for public release, fuck with the beast

With bucked teeth bust your guns or get rushed in the streets

Handcuffed to the back of the Jeep, blindfolded

You hear a foreign language they speak, you do not know it

Kidnapped to Kemet through Khartoum to parched sand dunes

To a dark room, to witness your doom

Bash you in the face with the mag, rope around your neck

Over a tree branch, hoist you up with three sandbags

You shit yourself, your pants sag

Global broadcast, man that's sad, they lynched him in the lab

Twenty-four apprentices for hardcore fellowship

Twenty-four masters, twenty-four lyricists

Dead to the world, alive to the hearts that are pure

If you endure your mind's opened doors

Complete the last step without crossin my rep

Who's next? What possessed you to jump off a cliff?

I spit darts, once you stop the hip-hop juggernaut

Kill you bloodclot, you stink like jungle rot

Me I'm a Hermann Bushido Dogan Shotokan

The prototype of the first proto rhyme

With combined payloads, my glide bombs provide flows

That cause World War II death tolls at live shows

Independently targeted, bombin shit from so high up

In the atmosphere you lose consciousness

No oxygen, only Canibus anti-oxidants

Think about it, why spit into a bottomless pit?

I'm so isolated lyrically, they put me in a desert facility

To test my abilities, check out my melodies

Designed by Pratt & Whitney, rap so swiftly

TAW-50 following me cause you're with me

Your high bars are lukewarm, let me school y'all

Intravenously cold blooded coolin coils are runnin through my jaws

The Sun's hot - I'm warmer; the metaphor explorer

I give a order, you can't cross the border!

We ain't religions, don't talk about the Torah

We'll crucify you on the cross for a quarter

Welcome to my House of Slaughter, signing on the roster

Go downstairs, put your stuff in the locker

And come back, let me see what you got son, I dropped him

Rappers steppin to me? I ain't the one

Spontaneous nucleonic you the opposite, be honest

You produce reduced knowledge, your discography is dishonest

Both promise, change your name to MC Silence

Yes, your album inspired me, no I didn't buy it

Talk back, nigga get fired

I'll erase your verse off the track so fast you'll wake up tired

Candles go out, darkness infiltrate the house

What the fuck he talkin 'bout? He got a mental case mouth

I forced him to his knees, told him to face South

Empty your PayPal bank account 'fore I blow your brains out

Untouchable since the day I came out

That's why these wack niggaz keep callin my name out

How the fuck they gon' change that now? How they sound?

I'm a put him in the ground, "Lyrical Law" style

How you liked at me then, how you liked me now

How you liked me in the future when I'm wearin that crown

The crown is invisible, you don't have to be a loud individual

You act like hip-hop is all you listen to

If that's true, this is for you

Then I'm a keep rippin you, cause that's what Canibus do

If that's true, this is for you

And I'm a keep rippin you, cause that's what Canibus do