Chaos Lyrics - Singles - Canibus

[Verse 1] 

Yo yo yo 

Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind 

I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified 

Nickel and Teslin, Jon Von Neuman 

All wrapped up in the body in one human 

I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest 

I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris 

When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass 

Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon 

I'll smack you wit a backhand 

That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan 

In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman 

And stalk my own rap fans 

I'm like a madman fightin a war 

Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords 

Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost 

Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on 

I rock till I can't rock no more 

'Til I can't get no mothafuckin props no more 

'Til they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour 

'Til 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more 

I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin 

Claws rip through walls of cast iron 

I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin 

I clap iron like Duke Nukeum 

Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped 

Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs 

Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim 

Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit 

[Chorus] 

If you the first nigga that laugh 

I'll blow you in half 

The first nigga to talk trash 

I'ma blow you in half 

The first nigga to show your ass 

I'll blow you in half 

The first time'll be your last 

'cause I'ma blow you in half 

[Verse 2] 

Yo check it *beat comes in* 

I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock 

Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not 

Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves 

Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape 

Manipulatin space in large proportions 

Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin 

About shit like supernatural forces 

Gnomes and theories and superstring theories 

Most of you mothafuckers barely 

Even understand the English language, much less think clearly 

When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell 

Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt 

I researched my roots, lookin for proof 

The best place to hide a lie is between two truths 

The aftermath of a nuclear blast 

When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph 

I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass 

Reach your epitab and bury your ass 

As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly 

I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke 

[Chorus: x2]