| 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! |
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