Letra de ' Get Retarded ' de 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 I'ma 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 can't 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 haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences to the Human-Geno Project
You haven't 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
I'm 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, I'm Ghandi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flying over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm 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 don't 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 they're minds
Murdering niggas with lyrics manufactured within my DNA's double-helix
I leave you in troubled spirits, I'm absolutely the purest
Breeder MC from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
However you wanna word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
Motherfucker!
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get retarted)
Chorus