Punch Lines Lyrics
| Song | Punch Lines |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Hip-hop For $ale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Taylor, Wheeler, Williams | |
| (Hamza) | |
| Canibus, Hamza! | |
| Follow us into a new era | |
| Where lyrical content is a MUST! | |
| (Chorus: Hamza) | |
| We cut microphones like, gangsters holdin chrome | |
| Like, Toto you far from home | |
| Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence | |
| Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment | |
| When will you learn? | |
| Whack lyrics and a hot beat makes your song irrelevant | |
| This is not a movie | |
| I'm a poet so it takes more than punchlines to move me | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Can-I-Bus, your favorite rap star on ice | |
| What I talk on the mic make them call on Christ | |
| As far as the eye can see, gaze out into the wide sea | |
| Look for the island, the island is me | |
| I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq | |
| He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat | |
| Other people slandered my name but I dodged that | |
| They don't see the missing pieces my thesis provides rap | |
| Under the influence, bang Bis music in a Bonneville Buick | |
| I see your face, I'ma crash into it | |
| Lyrically I kick ass, if you don't wanna know don't ask | |
| I might do it pro bono for no cash | |
| The two-handed choke from the hope | |
| turn your brain and skull to sand and salt, sprinkle you on the floor | |
| I didn't wanna rap like that, but I had to | |
| Cause that's what my master would do if he was asked to | |
| The perfect music machine, mechanical being | |
| The most lyrical digital streams the world has ever seen | |
| I did, I do, I does, I am, I will be, I was | |
| The same nigga you love | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo, I hope they film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you | |
| And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you | |
| Somebody gon' grab you - try to escape | |
| Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face | |
| Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that? | |
| Why you sound so intense when you rap? | |
| The airborne attack you can't call off | |
| Breathe exhaust like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford | |
| Drugs rain from the sky, it's like the angels want me to die | |
| They push me harder cause they want me to try | |
| A pitbull off the leash, barking speech | |
| Like a bull in the pit, lifting you off your feet | |
| I feel like the world's mine, I can park in the streets | |
| Kick the world's illest rhyme, police officers weak | |
| People laying on the concrete, exhausted from heat | |
| Watchin John Kerry spit over the Michael Moore beats | |
| This is a little something that my repertoire boast | |
| I almost was in control of all coasts... | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Canibus) | |
| I get advanced rhymes to quote, they all dope | |
| Tote a lyrical landslide, give me all votes | |
| But I can be as quiet as they want me to be | |
| Cause even though they say my name, they ain't talking to me | |
| They talk to magazines, they talk to MTV | |
| They up on 106 on BET talking to Free | |
| Big niggaz actin tough, but they walk like they ankles is cuffed | |
| Who gives a fuck if your ankles is buff | |
| I can articulate, I wanna participate | |
| But they trying to hold me back, a black ball number eight | |
| I pick the microphone up and spark the debate | |
| Ever since '98 I been a target for hate | |
| Jesus Christ! My name should be G-Bus Mic | |
| Even when I rip the shit, fans leave uptight | |
| But I don't know if I'm right no more | |
| But I don't know if I'm right no more | |
| (Chorus) | |
| {*shotgun blast*} |
| zuo ci : Taylor, Wheeler, Williams | |
| Hamza | |
| Canibus, Hamza! | |
| Follow us into a new era | |
| Where lyrical content is a MUST! | |
| Chorus: Hamza | |
| We cut microphones like, gangsters holdin chrome | |
| Like, Toto you far from home | |
| Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence | |
| Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment | |
| When will you learn? | |
| Whack lyrics and a hot beat makes your song irrelevant | |
| This is not a movie | |
| I' m a poet so it takes more than punchlines to move me | |
| Canibus | |
| CanIBus, your favorite rap star on ice | |
| What I talk on the mic make them call on Christ | |
| As far as the eye can see, gaze out into the wide sea | |
| Look for the island, the island is me | |
| I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq | |
| He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat | |
| Other people slandered my name but I dodged that | |
| They don' t see the missing pieces my thesis provides rap | |
| Under the influence, bang Bis music in a Bonneville Buick | |
| I see your face, I' ma crash into it | |
| Lyrically I kick ass, if you don' t wanna know don' t ask | |
| I might do it pro bono for no cash | |
| The twohanded choke from the hope | |
| turn your brain and skull to sand and salt, sprinkle you on the floor | |
| I didn' t wanna rap like that, but I had to | |
| Cause that' s what my master would do if he was asked to | |
| The perfect music machine, mechanical being | |
| The most lyrical digital streams the world has ever seen | |
| I did, I do, I does, I am, I will be, I was | |
| The same nigga you love | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo, I hope they film this shit, cause I' m ' bout to blaze you | |
| And get it on tape too, I' m ' bout to Kay Slay you | |
| Somebody gon' grab you try to escape | |
| Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face | |
| Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that? | |
| Why you sound so intense when you rap? | |
| The airborne attack you can' t call off | |
| Breathe exhaust like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford | |
| Drugs rain from the sky, it' s like the angels want me to die | |
| They push me harder cause they want me to try | |
| A pitbull off the leash, barking speech | |
| Like a bull in the pit, lifting you off your feet | |
| I feel like the world' s mine, I can park in the streets | |
| Kick the world' s illest rhyme, police officers weak | |
| People laying on the concrete, exhausted from heat | |
| Watchin John Kerry spit over the Michael Moore beats | |
| This is a little something that my repertoire boast | |
| I almost was in control of all coasts... | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| I get advanced rhymes to quote, they all dope | |
| Tote a lyrical landslide, give me all votes | |
| But I can be as quiet as they want me to be | |
| Cause even though they say my name, they ain' t talking to me | |
| They talk to magazines, they talk to MTV | |
| They up on 106 on BET talking to Free | |
| Big niggaz actin tough, but they walk like they ankles is cuffed | |
| Who gives a fuck if your ankles is buff | |
| I can articulate, I wanna participate | |
| But they trying to hold me back, a black ball number eight | |
| I pick the microphone up and spark the debate | |
| Ever since ' 98 I been a target for hate | |
| Jesus Christ! My name should be GBus Mic | |
| Even when I rip the shit, fans leave uptight | |
| But I don' t know if I' m right no more | |
| But I don' t know if I' m right no more | |
| Chorus | |
| shotgun blast |
| zuò cí : Taylor, Wheeler, Williams | |
| Hamza | |
| Canibus, Hamza! | |
| Follow us into a new era | |
| Where lyrical content is a MUST! | |
| Chorus: Hamza | |
| We cut microphones like, gangsters holdin chrome | |
| Like, Toto you far from home | |
| Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence | |
| Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment | |
| When will you learn? | |
| Whack lyrics and a hot beat makes your song irrelevant | |
| This is not a movie | |
| I' m a poet so it takes more than punchlines to move me | |
| Canibus | |
| CanIBus, your favorite rap star on ice | |
| What I talk on the mic make them call on Christ | |
| As far as the eye can see, gaze out into the wide sea | |
| Look for the island, the island is me | |
| I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq | |
| He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat | |
| Other people slandered my name but I dodged that | |
| They don' t see the missing pieces my thesis provides rap | |
| Under the influence, bang Bis music in a Bonneville Buick | |
| I see your face, I' ma crash into it | |
| Lyrically I kick ass, if you don' t wanna know don' t ask | |
| I might do it pro bono for no cash | |
| The twohanded choke from the hope | |
| turn your brain and skull to sand and salt, sprinkle you on the floor | |
| I didn' t wanna rap like that, but I had to | |
| Cause that' s what my master would do if he was asked to | |
| The perfect music machine, mechanical being | |
| The most lyrical digital streams the world has ever seen | |
| I did, I do, I does, I am, I will be, I was | |
| The same nigga you love | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo, I hope they film this shit, cause I' m ' bout to blaze you | |
| And get it on tape too, I' m ' bout to Kay Slay you | |
| Somebody gon' grab you try to escape | |
| Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face | |
| Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that? | |
| Why you sound so intense when you rap? | |
| The airborne attack you can' t call off | |
| Breathe exhaust like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford | |
| Drugs rain from the sky, it' s like the angels want me to die | |
| They push me harder cause they want me to try | |
| A pitbull off the leash, barking speech | |
| Like a bull in the pit, lifting you off your feet | |
| I feel like the world' s mine, I can park in the streets | |
| Kick the world' s illest rhyme, police officers weak | |
| People laying on the concrete, exhausted from heat | |
| Watchin John Kerry spit over the Michael Moore beats | |
| This is a little something that my repertoire boast | |
| I almost was in control of all coasts... | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| I get advanced rhymes to quote, they all dope | |
| Tote a lyrical landslide, give me all votes | |
| But I can be as quiet as they want me to be | |
| Cause even though they say my name, they ain' t talking to me | |
| They talk to magazines, they talk to MTV | |
| They up on 106 on BET talking to Free | |
| Big niggaz actin tough, but they walk like they ankles is cuffed | |
| Who gives a fuck if your ankles is buff | |
| I can articulate, I wanna participate | |
| But they trying to hold me back, a black ball number eight | |
| I pick the microphone up and spark the debate | |
| Ever since ' 98 I been a target for hate | |
| Jesus Christ! My name should be GBus Mic | |
| Even when I rip the shit, fans leave uptight | |
| But I don' t know if I' m right no more | |
| But I don' t know if I' m right no more | |
| Chorus | |
| shotgun blast |
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