Lyrics:

G G G G G G Get Retarted Sampled 2x
get G Get Get Retarted
g G G G G G Get Retarted 2x
[canibus]
yo; Niggas Is Phony Frontin Like They Masters Ceremonies
none Of These 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 Niggas Quote Me
they Rewind And Interpret My Rhymes To They Homies
i Did Things Beyond Your Flows, Eons Ago
its Inevitable, In 98 Ima Blow
ever Since 84, I Been In It To Win It
but Since Back Then We Used To Battle By Spittin On The Cement
you Cant 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
concepts, I Arrange From A Cellular Star Sect
from The Galaxy Of Andromeda
i Puzzle Niggas Like Crop-Circles And Other Unexplained Phenomena
chorus
aiyyo, Nine Out Of Ten Of These Rap Artists Is Garbage
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get Retarted)
you Spineless, Rhymeless, Niggas Is Heartless
(Get G-Get Get Retarted)
aiyyo, I Came To See That Hiphop Is Never Tarnished
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get Retarted)
so I Echoes
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get Retarted)
[canibus]
aiyyo, All I Really Want Is You Niggas To Stop Bitin
all I Really Want Is You Niggas To Start Writin
all I Really Want Is You Niggas To Be Original
and Start Spittin Some Lyrical Shit I Can Listen To
you Havent Written The Perfect Rhyme Yet
you Dont Even Know The Sequences To The Human-Geno Project
you Havent Come In Terms With Your God Yet
and You Refuse To Believe In Unidentified Flying Objects
when I Bomb Niggas, I Get Retarted Probably More Than You Bargained
im 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, Im Ghandi
to The Japanese Im An American Pilot Flying Over Nagasaki
to The Aids Patient Im Your Last Anti-Body
sitting And Waiting For A Cure For Minor Biology
chorus
[canibus]
yo, I Be Lookin Directly Into The Human Eye To See If You A Pussy
and Completely Ruin Your Ability To Lie To Me
i Pull A Nine On A Bully, Cock Back The Cannon
goddamnit, I Dont Think You Fully Understand It
ask Nine Out Of Ten Niggas On The Planet
who The Best Is, The Question Would Go Unanswered
till I Step Up, To The Front Line With Rhymes
revving My Engines Like They Were Powered By Theyre Minds
murdering Niggas With Lyrics Manufactured Within My Dnas Double-Helix
i Leave You In Troubled Spirits, Im Absolutely The Purest
breeder Mc From The United States Of America To Europe I Deserve It
however You Wanna Word It, Im Perfect
touch My Microphone On Accident And Get Murdered On Purpose
motherfucker!
(G-G-G-G-G-G Get Retarted)
chorus