Super Human - Modenine, Teck-Zilla, Canibus

Teck-Zilla on the beat

Mark Deez…

Can-I-Bus, let’s go!

Yo, crisis music, weapons grade tool kit

I am the illumine, I’m superhuman

I fireman carry my wounded

Load bearing vest surgically attached to my chest, no bullshit

Assassin utensils, fashioned out of scrap metal

The first rebel survive past the last level

The concubines of the devil

Laugh and heckle, sucking my hairy pickle, besides my testicles

She knows that I’m reppin' the booth

Superhuman protector, a truth to humanity

I protected her too

They don’t deserve my verses, shameless inner curses, birth

I deserve to explore inner earth

Sunrise when I emerge, rounds and warped solar flare bursts

Cold air inverted on the surface

Dawn till dusk, Can-I-Bus breathe cosmic dust

My limestone lungs Can-NOT-Bus!

Modenine to my left, Mark Deez to my right

Shoulder to shoulder, hold your position and fight

In the dark «I Love War» glows bright

We return at night

Confirm the slight night vision discerns like

The barbarians vs. Christ, the last war’s at hand

The souls of man are gored in the sand

Prepare for the Lord to land

Vocalism is increased as we plan for a global expanse

Evolution at a glance

Last call, last chance to dance

The human being must die to advance

Crisis music, weapons grade tool kit

I am the illumine, I’m superhuman

I’m a super human, I’m feeling so invincible

Relying on the principles of everything I spit to you

The living Bruce Lee still in action

You bout to get your ass kicked and make it a classic

I abide by the Code of Hammurabi

Scribbling rhymes in Arcadia, an eye for an eye

Rebel on laws be careful not to cypher with the bad guys

(We!) Multiply, move like the Anunnaki I’m cocky

Coming around your girl like Colonel Bukakke

Black lung could make the

Red bone turn blue but I spit a black feeling

Slap superhuman, sexual healing

Without the white coat, clipboard, stethoscope

Without swearing the Hippocratic oath

I’m GOAT, you scapegoat

And put it in my

Bad manners, eating with my elbows on the table

I’m a problem with the lethal rhymes

Looking for answers?

I’ll free your mind

I’n rebel with the missile

My reputation with the shotgun or fist 4

Fifth lors, sip Lorde

Darth Vador with the mic laser

Galilean a stargazer

Bar raiser, put two in your thick vest

Converge, setting up the thick fest

Mode Mark and Bis, too much to inject

You on every rhyme saving the princess

Hit you in your thin chest

Kick you in your private region

Don’t rhyme with the legendary rhyme legion

Super soldiers ready to attack leave you in a poisonous spot

I’m a super human

Relying on the principles of everything I speak to you

Still in action

You’re about to get your ass kicked and make it a classic

Tech-Zilla, Can-I-Bus, Modenine

We bust rhyme

Evacuate the premises

God-mode lyricists, we know that you’re feeling this

Nigeria… USA

New York… Lagos

You already know

Shout out to Teck-Zilla, Teck-Zilla on the beat

Yeah yeah Can-I-Bus, baby!

Mark Deez

Shout out to my main man, D a.k.a Calibre

Modenine, baby!