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Lyrics for 'Get Retarded' by 'Canibus'
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 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)
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