Showtime At The Gallow Lyrics
| Song | Showtime At The Gallow |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Rip The Jacker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Baldwin, Williams | |
| (Canibus) | |
| This is Showtime at the Gallows | |
| Rip the Jacker | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo | |
| I dialogue with Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod | |
| And replaces me with a supercomputer automaton | |
| I don't barter for time I'm a martyr to rhymes | |
| And a selfless soldier with pride that was ordered to die | |
| A burning star in the sky, my heart is warped with a drive | |
| Expressing thoughts through a rhyme, my metaphors are alive | |
| It's like I've been crucified, they 'Hate Me Now' like Nas | |
| They punctured me through my side, the bleeding was cauterized | |
| I was revived after I died | |
| Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god | |
| It had mired up my mind and showed me a sign | |
| I fell off the ocean liner, someone throw me a line | |
| Let the world know the truth but it became my demise | |
| You know we're even I don't owe you a dime | |
| Sometimes I feel like killing myself, they've stolen my shine | |
| I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time | |
| From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm | |
| How could one diss song possibly last this long? | |
| Tyson ain't the champ no more, them days is gone | |
| And Rip the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when he's wrong | |
| (Canibus) | |
| I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge | |
| And tie the sawed-off's trigger around the doorknob | |
| Call the police squad and tell them I'm in room 1-0-5 | |
| And that a dirty bomb's inside | |
| Woke up in the cargo plane | |
| Playing Christy Lane for some entertainment while I train in the misty rain | |
| 'One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus' is playing | |
| I'm sitting there praying, you probably can't believe what I'm saying | |
| But the voice in the back of my head keeps saying, "Germaine | |
| This is the real deal, man. This is not a dream. This is not a game | |
| The only sixteen you've got for now on is locked and loaded and in your hand | |
| Deploy and detach on land. You're the man | |
| And the pain is the weakness leaving the body, understand?" | |
| And reload with a full pack. Call COMSAT | |
| Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back, STAT | |
| Insurgence and counter-insurgence, move with a purpose | |
| Absolutely mission critical, you never get nervous | |
| Applicate the shock-tube to the surface | |
| Standby! Blow it! Eyes open with your scope on a terrorist | |
| Tell him to go to Hell in Arabic | |
| Put a bullet through his narrow neck, watch the wall behind him get wet | |
| I'm an animal, I'll murder you and stare at your pets | |
| Get the tape! I know where the surveillance cameras are kept | |
| (Canibus) | |
| If you want a confession, you've got it | |
| You want product give me twenty dollars | |
| You want gossip, I'll give you logic | |
| On any topic, recording the positive data | |
| Rip is the best rapper, go confirm the status | |
| One million page dissertation written on paper | |
| Cheap labour for Pitney Bowe's tree curator | |
| My purification process is greater but thinly tapered | |
| Verbatim, my album is equal to over fifty acres | |
| Can-I-Bus before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch | |
| I've only got to say it once | |
| Let there be light and I write a sentence | |
| The greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis | |
| Back to before Sumerians landed on the canyon | |
| In the Cambrian carrying bacteria with antigens | |
| And nine-foot stone mannequins | |
| The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria | |
| Showtime at the Gallows, the Age of Aquarius | |
| And space harriers, life's last barrier | |
| Showtime at the Gallows! |
| zuo ci : Baldwin, Williams | |
| Canibus | |
| This is Showtime at the Gallows | |
| Rip the Jacker | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo | |
| I dialogue with AmenRa ' til he gives me the nod | |
| And replaces me with a supercomputer automaton | |
| I don' t barter for time I' m a martyr to rhymes | |
| And a selfless soldier with pride that was ordered to die | |
| A burning star in the sky, my heart is warped with a drive | |
| Expressing thoughts through a rhyme, my metaphors are alive | |
| It' s like I' ve been crucified, they ' Hate Me Now' like Nas | |
| They punctured me through my side, the bleeding was cauterized | |
| I was revived after I died | |
| Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god | |
| It had mired up my mind and showed me a sign | |
| I fell off the ocean liner, someone throw me a line | |
| Let the world know the truth but it became my demise | |
| You know we' re even I don' t owe you a dime | |
| Sometimes I feel like killing myself, they' ve stolen my shine | |
| I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time | |
| From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm | |
| How could one diss song possibly last this long? | |
| Tyson ain' t the champ no more, them days is gone | |
| And Rip the Jacker ain' t too stubborn to say when he' s wrong | |
| Canibus | |
| I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge | |
| And tie the sawedoff' s trigger around the doorknob | |
| Call the police squad and tell them I' m in room 105 | |
| And that a dirty bomb' s inside | |
| Woke up in the cargo plane | |
| Playing Christy Lane for some entertainment while I train in the misty rain | |
| ' One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus' is playing | |
| I' m sitting there praying, you probably can' t believe what I' m saying | |
| But the voice in the back of my head keeps saying, " Germaine | |
| This is the real deal, man. This is not a dream. This is not a game | |
| The only sixteen you' ve got for now on is locked and loaded and in your hand | |
| Deploy and detach on land. You' re the man | |
| And the pain is the weakness leaving the body, understand?" | |
| And reload with a full pack. Call COMSAT | |
| Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back, STAT | |
| Insurgence and counterinsurgence, move with a purpose | |
| Absolutely mission critical, you never get nervous | |
| Applicate the shocktube to the surface | |
| Standby! Blow it! Eyes open with your scope on a terrorist | |
| Tell him to go to Hell in Arabic | |
| Put a bullet through his narrow neck, watch the wall behind him get wet | |
| I' m an animal, I' ll murder you and stare at your pets | |
| Get the tape! I know where the surveillance cameras are kept | |
| Canibus | |
| If you want a confession, you' ve got it | |
| You want product give me twenty dollars | |
| You want gossip, I' ll give you logic | |
| On any topic, recording the positive data | |
| Rip is the best rapper, go confirm the status | |
| One million page dissertation written on paper | |
| Cheap labour for Pitney Bowe' s tree curator | |
| My purification process is greater but thinly tapered | |
| Verbatim, my album is equal to over fifty acres | |
| CanIBus before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch | |
| I' ve only got to say it once | |
| Let there be light and I write a sentence | |
| The greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis | |
| Back to before Sumerians landed on the canyon | |
| In the Cambrian carrying bacteria with antigens | |
| And ninefoot stone mannequins | |
| The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria | |
| Showtime at the Gallows, the Age of Aquarius | |
| And space harriers, life' s last barrier | |
| Showtime at the Gallows! |
| zuò cí : Baldwin, Williams | |
| Canibus | |
| This is Showtime at the Gallows | |
| Rip the Jacker | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo | |
| I dialogue with AmenRa ' til he gives me the nod | |
| And replaces me with a supercomputer automaton | |
| I don' t barter for time I' m a martyr to rhymes | |
| And a selfless soldier with pride that was ordered to die | |
| A burning star in the sky, my heart is warped with a drive | |
| Expressing thoughts through a rhyme, my metaphors are alive | |
| It' s like I' ve been crucified, they ' Hate Me Now' like Nas | |
| They punctured me through my side, the bleeding was cauterized | |
| I was revived after I died | |
| Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god | |
| It had mired up my mind and showed me a sign | |
| I fell off the ocean liner, someone throw me a line | |
| Let the world know the truth but it became my demise | |
| You know we' re even I don' t owe you a dime | |
| Sometimes I feel like killing myself, they' ve stolen my shine | |
| I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time | |
| From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm | |
| How could one diss song possibly last this long? | |
| Tyson ain' t the champ no more, them days is gone | |
| And Rip the Jacker ain' t too stubborn to say when he' s wrong | |
| Canibus | |
| I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge | |
| And tie the sawedoff' s trigger around the doorknob | |
| Call the police squad and tell them I' m in room 105 | |
| And that a dirty bomb' s inside | |
| Woke up in the cargo plane | |
| Playing Christy Lane for some entertainment while I train in the misty rain | |
| ' One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus' is playing | |
| I' m sitting there praying, you probably can' t believe what I' m saying | |
| But the voice in the back of my head keeps saying, " Germaine | |
| This is the real deal, man. This is not a dream. This is not a game | |
| The only sixteen you' ve got for now on is locked and loaded and in your hand | |
| Deploy and detach on land. You' re the man | |
| And the pain is the weakness leaving the body, understand?" | |
| And reload with a full pack. Call COMSAT | |
| Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back, STAT | |
| Insurgence and counterinsurgence, move with a purpose | |
| Absolutely mission critical, you never get nervous | |
| Applicate the shocktube to the surface | |
| Standby! Blow it! Eyes open with your scope on a terrorist | |
| Tell him to go to Hell in Arabic | |
| Put a bullet through his narrow neck, watch the wall behind him get wet | |
| I' m an animal, I' ll murder you and stare at your pets | |
| Get the tape! I know where the surveillance cameras are kept | |
| Canibus | |
| If you want a confession, you' ve got it | |
| You want product give me twenty dollars | |
| You want gossip, I' ll give you logic | |
| On any topic, recording the positive data | |
| Rip is the best rapper, go confirm the status | |
| One million page dissertation written on paper | |
| Cheap labour for Pitney Bowe' s tree curator | |
| My purification process is greater but thinly tapered | |
| Verbatim, my album is equal to over fifty acres | |
| CanIBus before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch | |
| I' ve only got to say it once | |
| Let there be light and I write a sentence | |
| The greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis | |
| Back to before Sumerians landed on the canyon | |
| In the Cambrian carrying bacteria with antigens | |
| And ninefoot stone mannequins | |
| The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria | |
| Showtime at the Gallows, the Age of Aquarius | |
| And space harriers, life' s last barrier | |
| Showtime at the Gallows! |
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