Da' Facelift Lyrics
| Song | Da' Facelift |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Hip-hop For $ale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cross, Williams | |
| (Canibus) | |
| “You wanna face lift? This is what it takes ‘Bis | |
| A beat that'll make a nigga think an earthquake hit” | |
| The blue-collar rapper, enigmatic, democratic | |
| Rap-savvy fanatic that could smash any match-up | |
| High when I wrote this, bring welding goggles to my show | |
| My flow glow brighter than any diamond that you know | |
| I walk among you, draw energy from you | |
| The Art of Sun-Tzu, he used to bust too | |
| I'm like a Shaolin monk on crunk | |
| Holding himself up with his thumb on a stump | |
| Get a Hummer for the summer to stunt | |
| And just sit in the front while my lungs become one with a blunt | |
| Futuristic old-schooler, look like JFK Jr. when I suit up | |
| Jacob ‘The Jeweler' with a new cut | |
| Can-I-Bus! I ain't got what I want yet | |
| How could you respect one of the best, what? | |
| I can't get no, grab the mic, nigga, let's go | |
| Bet me who got the best flow, you end up with less doe | |
| Open your vest, let your chest show | |
| I'ma open your chest, let your breath go with a .38 Special | |
| Keep it on the low, don't let the press know | |
| Behind the scenes they put me on death row and won't let go | |
| Brace yourself while I break the chains | |
| My beats bang so hard they erase the plains | |
| (Chorus x4) | |
| This is full battle rattle, attack you | |
| Salute or I'll smash you, Can-I-Bus bust to blast you | |
| (Canibus) | |
| The 100 Bar Monster spit without hawkin' up | |
| Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya' | |
| Fuck what it cost me, join the army smoke Bob Marley | |
| The sergeant major honorably discharged me | |
| For my sinsemilla and my hemp incense | |
| Inspiration, why it's only worth ten percent | |
| Another day in the life for Mr. Can-I-Bus | |
| My life too rough for me not to recognize love | |
| The soldier's back to blow a fucking hole through Rap | |
| I wish they'd let me out the cage and stop holding me back | |
| You might say the only thing holding me back is myself | |
| It ain't hard to tell what's holding me back is my sales | |
| I don't make record for girls, I spit for the borough | |
| But I'm an artist in an ignorant world | |
| World class athlete trained to attack beats | |
| Mixtapes smash the streets, try to patch the leaks | |
| Niggas try to battle me but lose, they got limited views | |
| I remember when I was primitive too | |
| I sit and talk with the inquisitive youth, ‘cause I be spitting the truth | |
| Sometimes I ask them, “What you listening to?” | |
| Lyrical Fitness is the proof, let me put you in the booth | |
| Nottz'll play the beat-loop, let me see what you can do | |
| The older advise the younger when they recognize the hunger | |
| I do a couple reps with the mic to get pumped up | |
| Monkey-bar sit-ups, blood rush to my head | |
| I write rhymes upside-down with an astronaut pen | |
| Spit a hot sixteen at Mach 10, take it up a notch then | |
| Launch everything when I'm locked in | |
| You in the kill-zone boxed in | |
| Tried to play jump rope with skis on and got dropped when you hopped in | |
| The Last Mohican, smoke you in the first season | |
| You don't speak it but it's no secret | |
| Peep it, you lightweight like rice-cakes | |
| Anybody under twenty-one that touch the microphone is mic-bait | |
| Hungry niggas start to get tight-faced, that's when the fight breaks | |
| A sixty second round is a nice pace | |
| Work a nigga out ‘til he spit up white paste | |
| Tell him he can hide the bruise on his face with nightshade | |
| If you looking for a battle you came to the right place | |
| This is Mic Club and over here I'm the Mic Ace | |
| (Chorus) 4X |
| zuo ci : Cross, Williams | |
| Canibus | |
| " You wanna face lift? This is what it takes ' Bis | |
| A beat that' ll make a nigga think an earthquake hit" | |
| The bluecollar rapper, enigmatic, democratic | |
| Rapsavvy fanatic that could smash any matchup | |
| High when I wrote this, bring welding goggles to my show | |
| My flow glow brighter than any diamond that you know | |
| I walk among you, draw energy from you | |
| The Art of SunTzu, he used to bust too | |
| I' m like a Shaolin monk on crunk | |
| Holding himself up with his thumb on a stump | |
| Get a Hummer for the summer to stunt | |
| And just sit in the front while my lungs become one with a blunt | |
| Futuristic oldschooler, look like JFK Jr. when I suit up | |
| Jacob ' The Jeweler' with a new cut | |
| CanIBus! I ain' t got what I want yet | |
| How could you respect one of the best, what? | |
| I can' t get no, grab the mic, nigga, let' s go | |
| Bet me who got the best flow, you end up with less doe | |
| Open your vest, let your chest show | |
| I' ma open your chest, let your breath go with a . 38 Special | |
| Keep it on the low, don' t let the press know | |
| Behind the scenes they put me on death row and won' t let go | |
| Brace yourself while I break the chains | |
| My beats bang so hard they erase the plains | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| This is full battle rattle, attack you | |
| Salute or I' ll smash you, CanIBus bust to blast you | |
| Canibus | |
| The 100 Bar Monster spit without hawkin' up | |
| Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya' | |
| Fuck what it cost me, join the army smoke Bob Marley | |
| The sergeant major honorably discharged me | |
| For my sinsemilla and my hemp incense | |
| Inspiration, why it' s only worth ten percent | |
| Another day in the life for Mr. CanIBus | |
| My life too rough for me not to recognize love | |
| The soldier' s back to blow a fucking hole through Rap | |
| I wish they' d let me out the cage and stop holding me back | |
| You might say the only thing holding me back is myself | |
| It ain' t hard to tell what' s holding me back is my sales | |
| I don' t make record for girls, I spit for the borough | |
| But I' m an artist in an ignorant world | |
| World class athlete trained to attack beats | |
| Mixtapes smash the streets, try to patch the leaks | |
| Niggas try to battle me but lose, they got limited views | |
| I remember when I was primitive too | |
| I sit and talk with the inquisitive youth, ' cause I be spitting the truth | |
| Sometimes I ask them, " What you listening to?" | |
| Lyrical Fitness is the proof, let me put you in the booth | |
| Nottz' ll play the beatloop, let me see what you can do | |
| The older advise the younger when they recognize the hunger | |
| I do a couple reps with the mic to get pumped up | |
| Monkeybar situps, blood rush to my head | |
| I write rhymes upsidedown with an astronaut pen | |
| Spit a hot sixteen at Mach 10, take it up a notch then | |
| Launch everything when I' m locked in | |
| You in the killzone boxed in | |
| Tried to play jump rope with skis on and got dropped when you hopped in | |
| The Last Mohican, smoke you in the first season | |
| You don' t speak it but it' s no secret | |
| Peep it, you lightweight like ricecakes | |
| Anybody under twentyone that touch the microphone is micbait | |
| Hungry niggas start to get tightfaced, that' s when the fight breaks | |
| A sixty second round is a nice pace | |
| Work a nigga out ' til he spit up white paste | |
| Tell him he can hide the bruise on his face with nightshade | |
| If you looking for a battle you came to the right place | |
| This is Mic Club and over here I' m the Mic Ace | |
| Chorus 4X |
| zuò cí : Cross, Williams | |
| Canibus | |
| " You wanna face lift? This is what it takes ' Bis | |
| A beat that' ll make a nigga think an earthquake hit" | |
| The bluecollar rapper, enigmatic, democratic | |
| Rapsavvy fanatic that could smash any matchup | |
| High when I wrote this, bring welding goggles to my show | |
| My flow glow brighter than any diamond that you know | |
| I walk among you, draw energy from you | |
| The Art of SunTzu, he used to bust too | |
| I' m like a Shaolin monk on crunk | |
| Holding himself up with his thumb on a stump | |
| Get a Hummer for the summer to stunt | |
| And just sit in the front while my lungs become one with a blunt | |
| Futuristic oldschooler, look like JFK Jr. when I suit up | |
| Jacob ' The Jeweler' with a new cut | |
| CanIBus! I ain' t got what I want yet | |
| How could you respect one of the best, what? | |
| I can' t get no, grab the mic, nigga, let' s go | |
| Bet me who got the best flow, you end up with less doe | |
| Open your vest, let your chest show | |
| I' ma open your chest, let your breath go with a . 38 Special | |
| Keep it on the low, don' t let the press know | |
| Behind the scenes they put me on death row and won' t let go | |
| Brace yourself while I break the chains | |
| My beats bang so hard they erase the plains | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| This is full battle rattle, attack you | |
| Salute or I' ll smash you, CanIBus bust to blast you | |
| Canibus | |
| The 100 Bar Monster spit without hawkin' up | |
| Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya' | |
| Fuck what it cost me, join the army smoke Bob Marley | |
| The sergeant major honorably discharged me | |
| For my sinsemilla and my hemp incense | |
| Inspiration, why it' s only worth ten percent | |
| Another day in the life for Mr. CanIBus | |
| My life too rough for me not to recognize love | |
| The soldier' s back to blow a fucking hole through Rap | |
| I wish they' d let me out the cage and stop holding me back | |
| You might say the only thing holding me back is myself | |
| It ain' t hard to tell what' s holding me back is my sales | |
| I don' t make record for girls, I spit for the borough | |
| But I' m an artist in an ignorant world | |
| World class athlete trained to attack beats | |
| Mixtapes smash the streets, try to patch the leaks | |
| Niggas try to battle me but lose, they got limited views | |
| I remember when I was primitive too | |
| I sit and talk with the inquisitive youth, ' cause I be spitting the truth | |
| Sometimes I ask them, " What you listening to?" | |
| Lyrical Fitness is the proof, let me put you in the booth | |
| Nottz' ll play the beatloop, let me see what you can do | |
| The older advise the younger when they recognize the hunger | |
| I do a couple reps with the mic to get pumped up | |
| Monkeybar situps, blood rush to my head | |
| I write rhymes upsidedown with an astronaut pen | |
| Spit a hot sixteen at Mach 10, take it up a notch then | |
| Launch everything when I' m locked in | |
| You in the killzone boxed in | |
| Tried to play jump rope with skis on and got dropped when you hopped in | |
| The Last Mohican, smoke you in the first season | |
| You don' t speak it but it' s no secret | |
| Peep it, you lightweight like ricecakes | |
| Anybody under twentyone that touch the microphone is micbait | |
| Hungry niggas start to get tightfaced, that' s when the fight breaks | |
| A sixty second round is a nice pace | |
| Work a nigga out ' til he spit up white paste | |
| Tell him he can hide the bruise on his face with nightshade | |
| If you looking for a battle you came to the right place | |
| This is Mic Club and over here I' m the Mic Ace | |
| Chorus 4X |
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