Christy Lane ☆ one day at a time

(Canibus)
This is Showtime at the Gallows
Rip the Jacker

(Canibus)
Yo
I dialogue with Amen-Ra âtil 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 âHate 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
Shit 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
Mother fucker, 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
âOne 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, âGermaine
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?â
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!