(Canibus) Yo You mother fuckers is so fake, you make me want to smash your whole face Hit you so hard, my hand breaks, and my shoulder dislocates You ever hear the sounds your bones make when they break? It's like stomping on a whole crate of porcelain plates Run over your skull with a tank, rip out your guts with a shank Then bite you with poisonous fangs for trying to fuck with the champ Nigga you can't, and you shouldn't even try to Half the square-root of my I.Q. is beyond you So when you see me on the street, you better not say a mother fucking thing to me Cause nigga, you pink pussy I got some live niggas with me, with trigger happy fingers of fury Put one in your skully, and five in your belly Cause whenever rhymes fly, like bullets in drive bys I catch them and throw them back, like Miami Jai Alai I cop mine, spin counter-clockwise and shoot five Three miss you, two hit you; one in the leg, one in the thigh Cause Canibus was old school before niggas was talking about jewels Before engineers was using pro tools Make my own rules, no matter what I flow to Start a vacuum in the mic booth the way my God damn tongue moves Journalist, one time
(Canibus) I'm probably what you would call a Record industry population enforcer I slaughter like, a hundred rappers each quarter In order to keep this shit in order I track wack niggas down, from border to border Just like the stories of the hare, and the tortoise The rabbit was faster, but fell asleep in the forest But lost, cause the tortoise had endurance I always stay focused the longest I promise I can battle any artist 'till they just get exhausted and forfeit With actual, super-natural forces, I'm a horseman from Hell Immune to the garlic water, and the crosses After the last album, I went through a metamorphosis And probably fired more of my niggas than Doug Morris did I kicked the dead beats out, turned around and switched my whole team out Now I got some banging ass beats now It paid off, cause I came off, like Adolf And I can murder any God Damn camp I concentrate on With the first strike, I'm so nice I can exterminate more niggas than the Third Reich The way I burn mics, I've been accused of neing all hypeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
