Get Retarded - Canibus

I-I-I, want, to.

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

Get re-Get re-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

I, want, to.

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

Yo -- niggaz is phony frontin like they Master of Ceremonies

None of you 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, niggaz quote me They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies

I did things beyond your flows, eons ago

It’s inevitable in ninety-eight I’ma blow

Ever since eighty-four, I’ve been in it to win it But see back then we used to battle by spinnin on the ce-ment

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

Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec

From the galaxy of Andromeda;

I puzzle niggaz

like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena

Chorus: Canibus

Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

You spineless, rhymeless, niggaz is heartless

Get re-Get re-Get retarded

Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

So I

I, want, to.

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin

All I really want is you niggaz to start writin

All I really want is you niggaz to be original

and start spittin some lyrical shit that I can listen to You haven’t written the perfect rhyme yet

You don’t even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project

You haven’t come to terms with your God yet

And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin Objects

When I bomb shit, I get retarded;

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 flyin over Nagasaki

To the AIDS patient I’m your last antibody

Sittin and waitin for a cure from modern biology

Yo I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you pussy

And completely ruin your ability to lie to me

I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon

God damnit, I don’t think you fully understand it Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet

who the best is, the question’ll go unanswered

til I step up, to the front line with rhymes

Revin my engines like they were powered by Lemans

Murderin niggaz with lyrics manufactured within

my DNA’s double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits

I’m absolutely the purest, breed of 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!

I, want, to.

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

Get re-Get re-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded

G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded