[Canibus]
You step into the room, you smell your own doom
What you gonna do? We're emcees just like you
Speak, spit to the beat, it shouldn't take long
Look at me, this is what the underground means
This is what is to be expected with no direction
A probe was sent to get an answer for a question in a sentence
Placed over the beat, the way it was presented
Not to mention what ever I recommended when the verse ended
So strange, a congregating place for no names
Worth their own weight in gold in the game
Me Usain
We talked about Canibus but not talked about Saint Germaine
Kick down the door like, "Honey I'm home"
Then pass out right after I say, "Honey I'm stoned"
If this is not the best, it is slightly less
Lord Finesse in the flesh spit a bar per request

[Chorus x2: Canibus]
Eight Bars gave me the beat, I black out
The Bar Bar Black Sheep, this is customised heat
Eight Bars gave me the beat, I black out
The Bar Bar Black Sheep, this is customised heat

[Canibus]
I feel as if everything I've learned
Has made be obsolete before I could even say one word
What I said it not what you heard or what you thought you observed
The vision is getting blurred but you have to be sure
Spin into a turn, go over the curb
Explode over the earth, tossed from the vehicle, rolling in the dirt
You are hurt, paramedics didn't notice you first
Blood gushing from the puncture wound hole in your shirt
What does it feel like to be a rap legend
that is never mentioned, no matter what he has invented?
What were his inventions? He built a place where the beats can be tested
Captured, tagged, released, re-edited
Underground manure rap from the sewer rat
Uploading your beat, I vocal it and shoot it back
Captured, tagged, released, the microphone Beast from the East
Canibus clones running through the streets

[Chorus x2]

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