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Mic-Nificent
1,395
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mic-Nificent was released on January 1, 2000 by Universal Records as a part of the album 2000 B.C.
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2000
LabelUniversal Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Canibus
Canibus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Canibus
Canibus
Composer
G. Williams
G. Williams
Composer
Daniel Pierre
Daniel Pierre
Composer
M. Lewis
M. Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel 'Danny P.' Pierre
Daniel 'Danny P.' Pierre
Producer

Lyrics

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 slalom
Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones
Poisonous poems travel through Walkman headphones
Into your dome, Osteoperosis your bones
Who's the nicest **** you know in the year 2-triple-0?
Spit turn to icicles in the 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
Paleoanthropologists polish the bones of rap artists
After I dip in my 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 'em like letters when they're in cursive
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on 'em, I spray on 'em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
Yo, yo! I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
At twenty-two yards per second to catch me the daily delicatessen
With thirty minutes to eat 'em, forty minutes to digest 'em
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question: Can the Canibus rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you running by and trip you up from behind
My rhymes confuse **** like somebody tryna gangbang
Wearing a blue shirt and red pants
Throwing up signs with their left hand
Standing out on the corner at Wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
Goddamn eggplants, **** getting me vexed man
'Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sanf
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamt that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds
In the life before that I played trumpets to warn you that I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die and I've already tried
Nine hundred million nine hundred and ninety-nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steadily dying
That **** Can-I-Bus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme
I prey on em, I spray on em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
I prey on em, I spray on em
First **** to violate I regulate without warningI prey on em, I spray on em
First **** to violate I regulate without warning
Club Dodge - I wrecked that, Limelight - cursed that
Envy - I murdered that, Club SoHo - never heard of that
Wetlands - dried it up, Cheetah's - inside the club fired up
Looking for a chicken to tie ya up
Club New York - I heard it's hot there, beats be rocking there
Too many **** be getting stabbed and shot there
Speed - I slowed it down, The Tunnel - they hold it down
Home of the underground, why they always close it down
Century Club - the hot shit, House of Blues - I rocked it
112 ATL - that's the Dirty South bomb shit
Synagogue - yeah I be there, Caribbean City - roll deep there
Lyricist Lounge - they be some real MCs there
Written by: Canibus, Daniel Pierre, G. Williams, M. Lewis
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