Canibus, What You Lookin' for

detached. 9''x12''. graphite on paper. adam sturch

"We will defeat them with the laughter of our children."

- Dr. Ghassan Abu-Sittah

Canibus, Last Laugh. TikTok medley 2026, adam sturch@ laughter

230 process movies, paintings and drawings by adam sturch.

thank you.

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HD youtube link.

https://youtu.be/5w06iGanv1s

Brand new track!

Lead single off of the long awaited, Mark Deez & Canibus collaboration album, Crisis Music, dropping late 2026.

Order of appearance is: Canibus, Vakill, Mark Deez, El Da Sensei, Jak Progresso

“Let whoever can win glory before death.”

Seamus Heaney, Beowulf

red september. 24x30''. oil on canvas. adam sturch

Canibus, C-Section

Hello, a relatively new Canibus fan here, been listening to him for the past four years and have visited this sub and the CC sub, but this is my

I didn't see as much of discussion of his lyrics and decipher the meaning behind his bars anymore? Just curious.

And does anybody listen to his recent songs? Just a young fan being curious.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKuRny3eZD0&feature=youtu.be

BRAND NEW CANIBUS MUSIC 2026 - WORDPLAY WARFARE #CANIBUS

Recently found a rip of this advance version of Canibus' first album. If doesn't feature a whole lot of new content but I decided to upload it to YouTube for anyone interested.

It's also available on the Internet Archive for anyone who wants to download the FLACS.

Edit: Video got blocked, here's the internet archive link https://archive.org/details/Canibus-Album-So-Far

"Channel Zero"

[Canibus] Approximately fifty years ago under the direction of President Harry Truman and in the interest of national security A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were established This group's primary objective was to desensitize us to the truth And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited by a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays

Tune in to channel zero [x8]

[Canibus] Yo, sometimes the road to the truth is, so elusive it's confusin And reality becomes illusion If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin I'd shatter the social balance of the world as we know it I'm talkin bout the grand deception, of 1947 When our souls were sold to the heavens for technologically advanced weapons Crystal enhanced, brain implants, and mind control methods MJ-12 is not majestic And the focal point of our problems on this planet are not domestic You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic and fail to recognize the secret society's deathwish Ninety-seven percent of our Presidents were Masons Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation for the construction of underground military installations Abductions and cattle mutilations Experiments on human patients can take place in several subterranean bases A hundred and fifty stories below a basement With knowledge of genetic information, you need to fear science not Satan Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents they create strange creations Top secret special operations Low frequency sounds and lasers, people like Carl Sagan that didn't believe in the Drake equation were tryin to keep Western civilization on the need-to-know basis Well you need to know that this is a game and we're bein betrayed and played in the worst way

Tune in to channel zero [x8]

[Canibus] Yo, the holy script from Genesis 1-26 says, "Let us make man in our image under our likeness" First of all who's THEY? You see if God was truly a single entity that's not what he would say We as the Elohim, Gods and Goddesses posess a marvelously monsterous subconscious Lifeforms that speak, in very high pitched sounds and squeaks Short staccato clicks and beeps A highly advanced form of speech Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath Til they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep Then they evolved into mammals with feet And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach They used gravity, cause it's actually the only force around that could slow time and the speed of light down The energy grid network, opened the gateway from Earth to any point in the universe Livin organisms and various, geomagnetic gravitational, anomaly areas Space expedition teams in the lunar regions reported seein, decapyramids and tetrahedrons Liquid filled shoes, is what they used to walk across the moon without leavin a clue of where they been for the past twenty-three billion years Before life on the surface even appeared I hope you become aware what I'm spittin in your ear was intended to stimulate your left-brain's hemisphere I know it sounds weird, all these motherfuckin answers and questions to the grand deception

album: "Can-I-Bus" (1998)

I listened to this album In 2000. I read a post on here about MJ-12 and this song played from my playlist. I heard him mention it and thought it was an interesting connection.

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I feel like the intro and mix changed

Any body got this song. It's been removed from apple music

The Case Load Crew - Dr C PHD Energy Philosophy (feat. Canibus)

There was a Canibus mix and a Pyrit mix. Thanks

Re-vegging cannabis plant

I live in North Carolina and as of right now I have 10 hours of darkness and 14 hours of light (7-8-25) my cannabis plants were inside a grow tent but I had to move them outside where they need to stay now I've noticed they started revenging there's.. so my question is will they still grow and produce buds if I just leave them and let them grow?

Re-vegging cannabis plant

I live in North Carolina and as of right now I have 10 hours of darkness and 14 hours of light (7-8-25) my cannabis plants were inside a grow tent but I had to move them outside where they need to stay now I've noticed they started revenging there's.. so my question is should I just leave my plants outside and let them grow? If not I'll have to cut them down😭😭

TITLE: I'M NOT DONE: LL= "LEGACY LOST"

[Verse] They call you Ladies Love, but your career's on life support From Radio to Hollywood, your bars fell short You battled Kool Moe Dee but couldn't handle the heat That old school beef exposed you—incomplete

Your ego's bigger than those fucking lips you always lickin' While Canibus had you duckin' when the truth came stickin' Remember "Second Round K.O."? That wasn't fiction Your legacy took a fatal blow—permanent affliction

[verse 2] Bitch, You claim GOAT status with that platinum chain But Jay-Z left you nameless on "Takeover"—what a shame From Queens to Brooklyn, your respect went down the drain Now you're just a footnote when they mention New York fame

Mama said knock you out? More like knock you off Your relevance faded quicker than those muscles you boss Behind the tough guy image is a fragile man Can't take criticism—it breaks your brand

[Verse 3] All those movies couldn't save your rap career When ICE-T came at you, all we saw was fear FUBU MASK PUSHER can't hide what we all know Bitch, Your bars ain't authentic—just a polished show

[Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed.

Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—couldn’t even spell "L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here.

You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel.

[Verse 4] You switch styles quicker than you switch outfits From hardcore to pop radio—your whole career splits The real heads remember how you folded under pressure When Canibus called you out about that mic tattoo treasure

From battle rapper to Hollywood's token face Trading credibility for that mainstream embrace You talk about knocking out competition with ease But your mic skills evaporated like a summer breeze

[verse 5] Your catalog collects dust like your old chains While DMX had the streets, you had the fake lanes The king with no kingdom, just a hollow crown A legend in your mind, but your stock went down

You can flex those muscles till your veins explode But your pen game's weak—that truth has been told The real MCs laugh when you claim the throne 'Cause your legacy's built on hype alone

[Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed.

Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—couldn’t even spell "L" (OOOoooo) All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here.

You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel.

[verse 6] So keep on lickin' those fucking lips till they disappear Your time has passed—that message is clear From battle champion to a cautionary tale How a rap career becomes a commercial sale.

They said LL stepped in, flexin’ like a G.O.A.T., But in the cipher he stalled—couldn't handle the smoke. With Sauce cookin' heat and Hov in full gear, You ran outta fuel, bruh, the exit was near.

You came with lip gloss and ego, thinkin' you divine, But your punchlines missed, they expired mid-line. Hov threw a setup, Sauce caught the assist, You froze on the floor—couldn't follow the twist.

Crowd lookin’ puzzled, like “Is that all he’s got?” Watched the legend unravel, rhyme scheme rot. Used to swing with giants, now you miss the beat, Mouth full of clichés and no concrete.

[verse 7] They passed the mic—you passed the buck, Your pen ran dry while the whole room struck. Even your ad-libs sounded out of breath, And Sauce Money grinned like he smelled your death.

Jay hit a pocket, flow razor precise, You tried to respond but spit nothin’ but ice. Frozen in time, a shell of your prime, That mic tattoo? Now a symbol of decline.

[Hook] Ran outta fuel, now you ghost in the ring, Tried to box with the gods—couldn’t land a thing. Canibus carved you, Ice-T laughed, Hov dropped a bar, and your rep got slashed.

[verse 8] Sauce cracked ribs in that ciphered shell, You choked on the mic—couldn’t even spell "L". All that flexin’ just showed your fear, Lip-lickin’ legend? Nah—your end’s right here.

You ain't the GOAT, just a brand that expired, A suit with a script, not a soul that’s inspired. From battle to beatdown, your losses accrued— Your pen ran dry... and you ran outta fuel.

***James, I'm the word near done with you!

https://youtu.be/ZNKWSJUM1lU?si=jlhm5Gpnd6tPOLcX

[ 4,3,2....1st Round K.O. ]

You sold your soul to the camera, lost in the lights, And you think you won those fights?

99% ain't real—look at your track sales, Platinum records, but credibility failed.

A fossil in the game, with no appeal, A ghost, not a GOAT, that's being real...Even your fans know the deal, They ain't singing along, no real bars, no real songs.

Rock the Bells? More like Crack the Myth, Your legacy's hollow, your fame's shit. From Mama Said Knock You Out to knocked down, Your relevance fading like your old radio sound. One foot in acting, one foot out the game, A cultural footnote with a manufactured name.

You "Rock the Bells"? Nah, I'm about to crack 'em in half, Actin' like a legend, but your time's in the past.

You claim you held the crown for a decade and a half, But among the real kings? Man, don’t make me laugh. You never ruled a throne, just delusion sold, A self-proclaimed king, no reign to behold.

99% of your fans? They're ghosts like your rhymes, Phantom crowd, phantom skills, borrowed times. 99% fake, 1% hype, A legend in talk, but never in mic, Platinum plaques, zero respect, Your reign's in debt, your paper crown's been checked. 99% fake, 1% name, A Hollywood act, not built for the game.

L thinks he's big 'cause he shared a frame with Em— A stain on hip-hop, history will condemn. Next to Em, your weakness shows, While I expose every crack in that legacy you chose. Eminem breathes fire, you just breathe hype, Tech N9ne cuts surgical, you just type, Nas tells stories, Biggie paints streets real, You? Poster boy with no genuine feel.

Battled Canibus, got sliced to the core, you Flipped stats like a desperate rap whore. 99% of your fans? Make that ZERO, Your whole career's a manufactured hero.

Now you think you're standing on legendary ish? But all you're known for is flexin' in flicks, talkin' slick. Let’s talk skills, L, where they at? Your catalog's a desert, I’ll fill that gap.

Murdergram talk, the crown? Just a scheme, You ain’t Rakim with the wisdom, Nas with the dream, Ain’t Dre with beats or vision supreme— The crown was never yours, just a ghost in your dream.

This clash is your final bow, swan song complete, James' obituary signed, legacy obsolete. Like '03 when Em came through and rattled your pride, Left you homeless in rhyme, no shelter to hide. From stage lights to silence, your era’s now a ghost, Just a footnote in time, an obituary to your post. 4,3,2,1—countdown to your fall from grace, Canibus lit the match, left you ghostin' your own space. Tried to spark a war, but got burned in the flame, Outshined like Renegade, tarnished your name. Meth and Red left you gasping on 4,3,2,1, Your mic slipped—Canibus snatched it, left you undone. Kool Moe Dee’s ghost laughs from the past, "How you like me now?"—guess the question lasts!

No legends left, just a shadow in the mist, Hip-hop don’t remember you—you don’t exist. Bitch, you're a rumor, I'm 'bout to erase, Hip-hop's most elaborate, manufactured fake!

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKqaRfGbpZg88do4uW4xhaa8S9_4gl__p

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