Golden Terra of Rap

[Chorus x2: Canibus] I take it back, back to the Golden Era of Rap When it was exactly that Not specifically jams in the park But when emcees used to talk with advanced thought [Canibus] DJ Premier on the boards, Can-I-Bus on the bars with the Lyrical Law Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cruel to be kind And I'ma show you how I'm nice with mines Forced to start from scratch to rhyme from the heart when I rap Looking forward to not looking back I spit supernatural, look out for the planet sized shrapnel Rip the Jacker bout to get at you Ripping: Seek & Destroy the motherfucking beat mission The rugged rude boy rasta on roids tripping Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot Hip Hop design You don't understand, stop trying! The Hip Hop conglomerate, we legends putting it down You got to honor it, fuck the politics The B-2 bomb pilot waiting for that long silence Then I will diagnose with tinnitus The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I been through Nigga, i wish it was that simple The Master Gunnery Combatant blasting mixtape assassin Cptn. Cold Crush get it cracking Heat it up till the bones blacken My microphone double action, I grab it, switch to automatic The savage spitting it rapid, I ricochet 7.62 Jacket Full Metal Gold Plaque classics [Chorus x2] [Canibus] The phonograph fascist, let's see who can reload fastest Your chronograph is still in the past tense Double shot glass of absinthe still spitting fantastic You an absent has been, I'm still rapping A Roman gladiator clashing, chariots crashing Chest plates split in half with axes, blood splashing What you wanna speak about? Let's weed it out Before it turn into something somebody gotta bleed about If I feel the 'Need for Speed' do not freak out Armour upgrade beneath seat mount, no seat belt Breathe in, breathe out, then lean out White phosphorus smoke screen the whole street out Riot squad gotta reroute, SWAT team can't see now RPG launch out the tree house Got a casualty, tell me what the beef is about He don't wanna talk, let him bleed out, don't need him now PTSD emcee, the kind you read about Turn the beat up Premier, this is how a beast sound