Mic-Nificent Song Lyrics

(Canibus)
Yo, sitting on chrome, sitting on low-pro twenty-inch Firestones
Gripping the road, with the wickedest flow
'Bis is a pro, I zigzag through a sly-loam
Accelerating, and decelerating in and out of the cones
Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones
Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones
Who's the nicest nigga you know, in the year two-triple oh
Spit turn into icicles in mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry, rip out your heart bitch
I write rhymes using your blood for my ink-cartridges
Paleo-anthropologist polish the bones of rap artists
After I dip them in hydrochloric waters
Can-I-Bus as the seams bursting, perfect
Everyday the Earth spins, I write verses
My sole purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
And connect them like letters when they in cursive

(Canibus)
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning
I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning

I prey on them, I spray on them
First nigga to violate, I regulate without warning