(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Hip Hop, do that body rock 
Jam on it, Keep smoking 
Hip Hop do, that body rock 
I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style 
Hah 
(Canibus)
Yeah, c'mon now, get on down 
Can-I-Bus, back with the Hip Hop sound 
Twenty-years deep in this culture, compulsive 
Every day, this was the dream that I woke with 
Outside chilling, B-Boy's spinning 
Pretending not to notice the supreme-choice women 
I rep the Rude Boy Natty Dread posse 
And the dirty balhead Zombie's behind me 
Turn the lights up, pick the mic up 
Get them hyped up, looking for the right cut 
I don't like much, but I love to bust 
At the crowd 'cause they love the rush 
The markings on my arm was drawn 
They symbolize the art of Hip Hop in it's rawest form 
We can take it to the stage like we going to war 
Low crawling through the crowd we perform on tour 
Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow 
I was 'Gone 'Til November', six December's ago 
So 
(Chorus x2) 
(Canibus)
Every day is a piece of eternity that we control 
That's why Rap music feeds the soul 
DJ drop needle, I shock people 
There's a mic doc in the house and he's not legal 
Canibus just entered the building y'all 
If you looking for the illest star, feel me y'all 
I get a call, slide through Diego 
Hit the Bay off, with something less than a day old 
Here's a hot one for you to hold 
The super-emcee SuperBowl, winner takes all 
The 'Fahrenheit 9/11' rhyme weapon 
The underground give me credit when I'm sound checking 
I feel like it's now or never 
The rhymes stay clever when the wisdom-teeth grind together 
Go to sleep, I can't go to sleep unless I write something 
Then stay awake, I can't stay awake unless I recite something 
I can't recite something without tight substance 
When I'm busting, I leave motherfucking mics busted 
(chorus) 2X 
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