2 Ils - Frenchi Blanco, Canibus

The difference between MCs and rappers

Rapper’s clocks count forward, MC’s clocks count backwards

I count down as I climb up the mountain of sound

I see the ground but I have no use for it now

So I carved my C into the ground, then free-fall into the clouds

People are proud of this lyrical style

You have no use for a crown when you’re spiritually endowed

Permission to walk the property?

Not allowed to leave the grounds

You are surrounded by darkness for thousands of miles

The Sasquatch, how?

all you got is rock salt rounds

The bugle sounds, «Ouch», get up, get out

Three in, three out, Gestapo move house to house

S.S. fresh Sharp Shooters, it’s a twelve round bout

Anyway that you wanna do it, I know it all sounds foolish

But this is music to Anubis

The keen ears of a jackal in the jaws of Judas, absolutely ruthless

A mid-matured disappointment, no he’s not don’t be stupid

And inconclusive to think he’s only abusive to rap music

The hubris of normal humans tryna' see through it

Translucent future is magic mushroom kit acoustic

You rocking with the two/too illest to spit

Respect it if you feel the lyrics and you feelin' this shit

Stand beside 'em, nothing is superior to silence

So much knowledge, the nigga’s so modest

My Hip-Hop forefathers tortured warmongers

No more promise just show homage

The parable about the coal and the diamond we heard all that before

So stop it, this is Hip-Hop logic

Sick to the bone, Bis still spitting like a nigga in his zone

Niggas think they spitting with a clone

Captain Cold Crush rhyme with Frenchie the co-pilot

‘Bout to fly all out of this, if I crash it I’ll salvage it

Five point harness seat belt, how that g-force feel?

Knowledge of self is an admission of guilt

Yes I’m high, but altitude doesn’t apply

Don’t ask why shamanism rhymes blind the naked eye

Deliberately exaggerated fine, alarm clocks chime

I took it all the way to the gold line

Shoot the power in the rhymes

The old head remembers how he used to be in his prime

He was too ill then, and he’s too ill now, so he don’t want no ground

Just a place to sit down so the homey can spit now

Yo Frenchi, how it’s going down?

Show ‘em how

Hold it down, Canibus’ll be around, but you the future now