Show’em What Crazy IsUndergods

[Intro]
The Burnout Brothers
Canibus, Keith Murray

[Verse 1: Canibus]
Come sit with me
I show you how I consistently manifest multiplicity
Lyrically if you can do the same let me see
If you can then you are not my enemy
And if cannot then I must make you a better emcee
Let's turn to page three, we'll start there
The contract says you gotta have a thousand bars to spare
You think this type of hip hop is one dimensional but it's not
You don't understand what I gave you
You don't understand what you got
I know you well though
You think that you can out rap me, hell no!
Unknown till I step to the microphone
Canibus turn this shit into a crisis zone
Automatically the sharpest at it, this just practice
Canibus/Keith Murray, I'm a shark, he the savage
Satellite rappers delight, we battle for the mic
In a condo bench pressing bags of brown rice
The modern day 'Hip Hop Hooray'
From Jacques de Molay spitting lyrics on top of the 808
They used to call me a mental case
But one day men will say he immigrated beyond Heaven's gate
My net worth is my next verse
In a race to a billion bars what if you could get there first
He had guns attached, his gums was black
He stuck head in thumb tacks placed on a wall sized map
This is not sorcery, this is just a lyrical part of me
My artistry, please pardon me
So I can watch satellites comb over the Earth
I count thousands, they probably just stole my verse
From the flora to the fauna, slaughtered in the absence of water
Bis and Murray this is Undergod horror

[Hook]
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
It's a hard job but somebody gotta do it
It's a hard job but somebody gotta do it

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
Come sit with me, Canibus and Keith Murray
Ain't shit been this sick since the legalization of Christianity
Mentally I explore, universally there's no boxing me in
I rock with Martin Luther-bility
Me and Bis might be
The two sickest scientist emcees probing the galaxy
I know why you don't like me, I get love from your wifey
I get dumb like E-40, like Mac Dre my style hyphy
Come dance with the stars and get bullet scars
Fuck AT&T, we got more bars
Your attempts of deception can't deter our direction
I demise your inner-chi like the state of perfection
There's always something better so we keep perplexing
With an exclamation point like texting with aggression
Our manuscripts is sicker than Saddam
We'll use his own blood to rewrite the Koran
Canibus is right, I'm a savage in the pursuit of hip hop happiness
Killing the wackness
So I enlist one of the grittiest emcees on the planet Earth
To help me with this shit
It's a hard job but somebody gotta do it
Your style like the airport – we run right through it

[Canibus]
Undergods will come in tomorrow
Styles bizerro, bizarre, bizarro
Slipknot moshpit hip hop
On your knees with your hands behind your back and your fingers interlocked gwop
Canibus capsule come sit with me on my camel
War of the Worlds, who wanna battle?

[Keith Murray]
We spank niggas and they go tattle
Intense like when Eminem and Canibus had a battle
Omnipresent, omnipotent, insurmountable
Malicious discrepancy of ridiculousness
I roll with them animals like a zoologist
Get facetious then make you pray like a mantis
Your dogs be the mangiest, rabiest
Send them to the vets
We'll put 'em to sleep, show 'em what crazy is

[Hook]
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Show 'em what crazy is, show 'em what crazy is

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Tech Nina – they summon me, 'cause I lyrically gun emcees
Got them biblically on his knees, when I deliberately hung his G's
That's from these nuts, 'cause I constantly bleed puss, cheese fuck
This seed must live and breathe lust, it needs cuffs
My heart is made of brimstone and Roscoe's chicken grease
A sicken beast, kickin' street with hot flows ripping beats
White people love it, they say my rock shows freaking neat
Black people scared of me 'cause I pop those Desert E's
Pigeon me raw, I'm here to lead y'all
'Til you free-fall, deep in this abyss and heat all
You thinking that's scary, I feel like planning a murder
As we targeting everyone off in my BlackBerry
Except for Murray and Bis
Gotta hurry and get the tools for you's fools and get to burying shit
Snipe your ass then cook you, they wishin' my life won't last when
I passed friend, I'mma come back and hunt you as Michael Jackson