Get Retarded

G-g-g-g-g-g get retarted *sampled* *2x*
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 ima 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 cant 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 havent written the perfect rhyme yet
You dont even know the sequences to the human-geno project
You havent 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
Im 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, Im ghandi
To the japanese Im an american pilot flying over nagasaki
To the aids patient Im 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 dont 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 theyre minds
Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my dnas double-helix
I leave you in troubled spirits, Im absolutely the purest
Breeder mc from the united states of america to europe I deserve it
However you wanna word it, Im perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
Motherfucker!
(g-g-g-g-g-g get retarted)

Chorus