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harry fox hates hip hop - canibus lyrics

[verse 1]
my n-gga said, “speak on it, throw a slow tempo beat on it,”
he said, “real hip hop gonna feed off it.”
call in sick to the beef meat market come back with peace offering
no man is a island, no man is sovereign
any artist, could turn a garden to a desert
but can he turn a desert to a garden?
these haters hating my bars, playing they part
the illest alive, it ain’t my fault, where do i start?
my words always go unheard, my voice is ignored
n0body will ever understand 10,000 bars
i don’t even understand it myself
7 billion people on the planet, not 1 understands how i felt
i feel like sophia stewart, the male oracle of rap music
i’ve been through implorable abuses
let me explain something called mechanical royalty
a certain amount of albums get pressed up quarterly
for every unit that’s pressed, they owe me a dollar
father author poor pauper, they called me a ?????
on a corner drinking goldschlager, it’s not something that i’m proud of
the business is corrupt and dishonest
it’s a law not a promise
distributors supposed to pay each artist a dollar per album per project
after mechanical royalty is confirmed
copyright infringement is the next lesson to learn
the writer is the copyright holder, in my case i’m the owner
without a signature you’re not supposed to, sell my music but they sold it
a quarter million dollar fine and five months in prison, hold up!
how many songs you wrote bus?
i wrote one thousand five hundred, ascap don’t lie about the numbers
but my account got shut down i got no referral
from the biggest collection agency in the world
here we go boys and girls they took everything from me
i wondered if it’s cause i’m ugly, or unlucky
i said f-ck you crooks you stole my money, keep it gully
they keep playing courtroom rugby
i feel like god don’t love me
cause not one person on the planet stepped up to represent me
and now here i am talking to you, but not really though
cause i know you don’t really hear me though
so now i’m sending a message as far as it could go
in the hope that it could maybe reach an uncorrupt soul
“somewhere over the rainbow,” i go through pain they’ll never know
that’s why i’m so miserable, yo
turn into the lyrical hulk, jump the gate, grab you by the throat
i should break your f-ckin’ neck cause i’m broke
but i ain’t really on it like that, i’m so important to rap
one day i’ll get a lawyer to do that
for now evil wins overwhelming the people with sin
the modern day djinn with medieval grins
the jim baker jungle gym, drink gin and jump into him
then jump into them, then jump back to gin
i don’t want no money, i just want justice
but nowadays no one gives a f-ck so f-ck it!
you gotta love it big business big budget
harry fox hates hip hop i’m going public!

[bridge]
ey yo 5’9″
you must be out your rabbit -ss mind
for real or what?
i’m finna get some, ya’ll n-gga line up
‘fore it’s over ima show you what it is
imma show you why they kicked me out the biz
them n-ggas ain’t trying to let me live
i ain’t gonna end up like pac and big

[verse 2]
what are you a lyrical body part?
starstruck over the bodies, u-god
with pajamas on, what the f-ck you rhymin’ for?
fee-fi-fo-fum, the forty ton dinosaur with smoky lungs
n-gga where you know me from?!
thoroughbred hip-hop head
hip-hop ain’t sh-t without knowin’ the ledge
that’s what the god said
i smoke barley green, turn into charlie sheen
f-ck the honor roll if hip-hop don’t want to honor me
jump off the deep end, give me the beat man!
i’m twelve albums deep, you just gettin’ your feet wet
beast from the east bis never been beat yet
you can’t avoid war without peace and respect
listen, i don’t wanna rub it in, you actin’ like that’s your husband
but this is mutual -ssured destruction
look up, you see the sp-ce and the stars?
don’t create a facade, your arms are too short to wave at god
the lunar base guard, in a raveon sp-ce pod
i was sent to the planet earth to examinate bars
determinate whatever contaminates lyrical law
im like maygoth ragin’ in sp-ce war with j-rod
i don’t have to play the race card
i just grab the acog, aim at your jaw, and tear your face off
first thing in the morning, treat it like a dayjob
mixin’ johnnie walker with napalm
i hold your nose, make you open mouth and say aww
the hip-hop h-bomb, say sumn’, i can’t wait to respond
run up in your dressin’ room like raekwon
you act hard when them videotapes on
’cause you hate to be wrong
well let me tell you something, n-gga, this is lyrical law
a spiritual bomb that can cause physical harm
twitter beef, naw, you act like a miserable broad
a 360 deal means you gettin’ circled by a shark boy
better beg your pardon, turn into a hors-m-n, slaughter him
i’m a undergod, you too overconfident
so talkin’ n-gga, ’cause you could all get it
w-a-r, n-gga, i’m raw with it
don’t let the alcohol f-ck with your short vision
i knock you out of the park, n-gga, long distance
i wrote this rhyme in five minutes
i’m like ten ghostface k!llahs and twenty-five gzas!

[declares his copyright information]
except as set forth below, baby grande and mic club music will -ssign, transfer, and release to williams all copyrights and other rights to “canibus” projects, albums, compositions, and merchandise, and all recordings, copyrights, income and revenues arising out of, or relating to “canibus”

williams will own all copyrights in, and to lyrical compositions written by him. williams will own 100% of all rights. including all rights to receive revenues, with respect to the master recordings on the albums rip the jacker. williams will own 100% of all rights, including all rights to receive revenues with respect to the master recordings on the albums “mic club: the curriculum” and ” ‘c’ true hollywood stories”. williams -ssigns to you know who, for a period of 5 years, 50% of all record royalties, paid after recoupment on those 2 albums. you know who releases all rights to the name “canibus” and will transfer to williams, or a designee, the “canibus” and “poet laureate” domain names, “poet laureate” albums, trademarks relating to the business of williams. used to promise “canibus” or his music, as well as any t-tles

you know who agrees not to sell any “canibus” cd’s or merchandise and will transfer to williams all inventory in their possession. you know who agrees not to use the name “mic club” in connection with the business of “canibus”

“crooked motherf-ckers. so what i’m supposed to do? every lawyer i’d done hired to go chase the royalties, mechanicals, and or otherwise, done dropped the ball out of fear, of whoever they work for. you know? people done collected payments. people still selling records. you know what i’m saying? where’s my cut? you know. i own the copyrights. i wrote those records! you know what i’m saying? i wrote the lyrical composition on ’em. you know. those are my lyrics.”

“i do get out there and do the d-mn thing! but it’s hard to compete with these big money labels. it’s hard to compete with the promo that they put out there versus the little hand to hand promo that i could get going. you know? sometimes, i don’t even know what i’m doing sometimes. you know, i’m just hoping that, maybe there’s a, a group of people, that’s going thru the same situation and ain’t scared enough to just rally up, form a frontline. and make it so that we could snowball this into something that we could get back what’s rightfully ours. you know? and at least get these crooks to be accountable for what they’ve been doing. particularly now, because, you know, the economy ain’t getting no better. you know what i’m saying? and people are working harder and getting less. so, you know, if you’re satisfied with that. that’s on you. but i’m speaking on what pertains to me, and what, and what’s directly related to the things i see going on in the music. you know? and i love it. i love, i love my music. i love hip hop. i love to sit down and write my music. you know? i love it. i love what it sounds like. i love the result of it. and you ain’t gonna make me stop. you ain’t gonna make me quit. you know? i do it when i’m ready. and you ain’t gonna stop me from getting my new stuff out there neither. you know. like i said, if i catch you. if i catch you jumping over the line, i’ma jump the gate. and i’ma punish you. i’ma maul you. alright? so just let it be known man…”

[verse 3]
rub a dub dub, rip the jacker gets no love
gotta diss a rap n-gga for a buzz
ritual sacrifice they want blood
but i don’t understand what that got to do with the music cuz’
i don’t hate l, i don’t care if he f-cking trannies or not
all i care about is hip hop
i ain’t mad at eminem, i just be responding
to the n-gga running his mouth who choose to be my nemesis
n-gga i rap too this old head n-gga rap the truth
rap to the streets, i rap in the booth
spit from the underground to the skyscr-per roofs
on paper i wrote more rhymes than any rap group
tell me why i just can’t get on a track with jeezy n-gga
i know how to get them thangs ??? you heard?
what’s goodie n-gga? still on deck
the leprechaun lexicon from u.s. congress
got a chopper in the car, god-body how i talk it
got dogs on the carpet, g’s at the flea market
better back it up n-gga ‘fore i park it
between your eyebrows on your forehead, my style is that raw sh-t!

- canibus lyrics

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