[Canibus]
Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin’, speed is the object
Weavin’ and dodgin’ with defensive blockin’
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga,
Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,
Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man


It’s been a long time,
I shouldn’t have left you,
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
It’s been a long time,
I shouldn’t have left you,
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!

[Canibus]
Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!)
Live for it (die for it!)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I’m handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I’ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
you mad at the last album, I apologise for it,
Yo, I can’t call it, motherfuckin’ Wyclef spoiled it,
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up and put a dime on it,
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I’ma shine on it,
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 O’Clock in the morning you’ll be standin on line for it
I’m a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it
Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it



[Canibus]
Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father forgive Bis,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
Coz they sounded like idiots
They went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millenium they’ll probably be wearin’ Iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they’d probably cum helium
Y’all niggaz can’t be serious,I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night
I was born with a mic
Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin’ and aerial strikes
Before MC’s picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin and posterlights
The Can-I-Bus’ll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight
For the title bought fight
Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice
Gimme that mic!

Yeah!!! That’s the beat right there.
I’m about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don’t try this at home, yo.

Yo, yo, yo
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward
Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets’ll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass “Canibus comin soon” poster on the side of it
I’m known geographically and intergalactically
That’s why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin me
And they would’ve snatched me
If their craft didn’t get trapped in the Earth’s gravity
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer’s field
And that’s really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin for COM 12
Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal
Lyrically I’m off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y’all feel
Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you’ll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I’ll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp
Back the tougher shit. What a wimp
You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I’m an experiment gone bad.
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I’m stark ravin mad
Your whole scientific staff’ll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nigga’s breath’ll last
I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh
“You wanna battle?” is the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck’ll last
Whoever lose’ll get a solderin iron up the ass
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can’t die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames
Dividin myself into 100 ten times
You can’t deny the offerin’s an offer
Flows that glow with aurora’s the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer
With the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin it on since I been born and I’m a live long
And I’m a be gettin it on till I’m gone
Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes
In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long
I’m just a small fish in a big pond
And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on
Nigga try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong
Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on
Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong
Screamin “incomin” when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You be