[Sample]

It's very difficult to know if others are puppets

Or they are innocent

Or they are the masterminds

[Intro]

These are liquid words

[Verse 1: Canibus]

Yo, I come through on cold steel on back of the snowmobile

I just came back from Shogun Hill

Make you kneel, face the wall

Shoot you in the back of the head with some paint balls

'Til your brains are gone

Attack dog, attack man, only respond to German commands

Completely bite off the burglar's hands

Triangle of death, that's where I purchased the land

Built the ranch, drilled deep into the Earth through the sand

Send the clergy emissary to the cemetery

You requested to be buried, with your bones to carry

I'm blood sample savvy, I name your first clone Jerry

Your second clone Harry, and your third clone after me

The fourth clone could battle him after he battles me

But your fifth clone can only be used as cattle meat

This is called microphone savagery

Press play, I attack the beat, you will tap out or tap delete

But we do not have to beef, before the Greeks captured Crete

I was known as the master of the beat

Sidonian MC speak, rudimentary speech

I released the Canaanite beast and sent him to the East

To walk through the streets sharin' thoughts about God and my beliefs

Heavy Mental, it was authored by the Priest

We were tortured by the palm trees in the Palm Sunday breeze

It was 001 A.D

[Verse 2: Born Sun]

Yo, it's been a long time comin', but I'm finally here

Solidify my spot and I ain't goin' nowhere (C'mon)

'Cause rippin' mics been only vice

So I return like Christ, to resurrect the art of spittin' nice

The true and livin' in physical form

Grab the mic and I spit up a storm

Tracks get beasted, MCs get ethered

I blast paragraphs from rough draft to thesis

With strong facial features, lips and gap teeth

I see through your feces like telekinesis

Build with Killah Priest in the chamber of the Gizas

Special ops hip-hop get chopped in pieces

Zero degree Celsius liquid will freeze

But at any temperature, Sun'll melt MCs

That's why Canibus handed me the scrolls for Infinity

What he actually gave me was the moment of clarity

It's complex simplicity, self-contradictory

Philosophical speak about the God and men mystery (C'mon)

'Cause we've been fooled by religion and history

'Cause the path to eternity starts eternally

Accordin' to the sundown, the time is at hand

For me to reveal to man exactly who I am

I'm the apostles, we writin' the Bible in ebonics

I'm Elijah Muhammad who sell chronic

Martin Luther with a German Lugar

I'm Malcolm X on your project steps bustin' a TEC

Gandhi with a MPC, who MC mad nice

I'm Christ in his cipher shootin' dice

[Verse 3. Killah Priest]

Yeah, inside my mind is bad weather

So when I brainstorm it'll rain strong

'Til hurricanes'll swarm in the form of paragraphs

Start from the corners of the pages in my pad

And nothin' can withstand the rhyme, when it rages in its path

But I don't brainwash my listeners

My lyrics give 'em a bath without bars of soap

These are bars of quotes, that'll take you so far you will choke

What I have is like lightening in a bottle

Deep as the writin' of Aristotle, like Picasso but it's a novel

Spittin' in bars and flows, Priest the dark dragon king

Spittin' graphics of scenes

My sixteens should be seen on plasma screens

My black wings are Lord of the Rings

While my sword is bathin' in y'all screams

Swallowin' your flesh to his metal intestine

It feast so much on you rebels that it became congested

And gnarls on bones, snarls at thrones, carve out domes

Somewhere in the giant stone cave where the entrance is big enough

To accommodate a pterodactyl in flight

Priest sit in the Tabernacle and write

While Jackals fight over the poisoned Emperor's body

Priest and Canibus enjoy their memorable armies (Armies)

Ha, ha, ha, ha...

[Verse 4: Canibus]

A lyricist without with no master, and no financer

After the disaster I will die from laughter

Alright, let's move out people

I got a five ton diesel for the illegal Hazmat retreat

Too deep to say peace to, I pray about peace for you

Very soon the Goetia will eat you

The keys of Solomon will open the doors to that bottomless prison

And let Leviathan's army in

Liquid words spit superb

From the foothills of Zagros to the streets of New Jerz

NewARK, I'm the rare admiral in New York

If I'm caught they'll award the posthumous purple heart

Navy cross never say we lost, damn, Abramoff is in court

One ought not to think any thoughts, liquid words

[Sample]

"I don't know what we mean about these words"