[Intro: Canibus] Coiled, ready to strike! Ready to the left, ready to the right I got the green light... The lyrical is instinctual, try to keep up with the visuals This was specifically written for you
[Canibus] Self-examination, practice, patience, Like the policy payments of a hospital patient This is Hip Hop's nature, Germaine is a supervising trainer, barrel roll bars like a swamp gator, Two seconds later get ate up by something you can't escape from, The homicidal rhymes that your mind made up The agoraphobic poet, Hip Hop Mandelbrot hocus pocus He's a maniac, you've always known this! I smash mics like they made from graphite, Grab the pad and write while I talk to the lab mice Stuttering fools mumbling something that means nothing to you, I huff and puff and blow down the booth They say, "Spit it out Bis!", but don't like the rhymes I come out with, The lyrics are fibromyalgic Spit like a beast then I spiritual fast for two weeks With a new catalogue of beats, The eyeball of Odin recording every movement and moment Measuring your body temperature and voltage, Third Eye growing, The rhyme is a pine cone poem identified as a thunderstormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
