| f/ Rakim | |
| (Canibus) Yeah, I bust 'em... you punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Yeah...let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo, yo... | |
| Out on the battling tip my verbal lateral grip | |
| Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' 'em swift | |
| Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips | |
| And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix | |
| Forget a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an IBM | |
| Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in | |
| Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit | |
| Meditating on this rapping shit | |
| Because my freestyle reigns sovereign | |
| Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet Muhammad was born wit | |
| My brain cavity is enormous | |
| My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 sharveous | |
| While the right one harnesses darkness | |
| The type of dark that makes a house haunted | |
| The type of dark that people get lost in | |
| The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin | |
| I hear you talkin' but I ignore it | |
| Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin' | |
| So keep standin' on the corner, | |
| the thrash-man will collect you in the mornin' | |
| Thug cats frontin' | |
| Wacker than Blinky Blink | |
| on the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin' | |
| Now that real hood rats could get it on, black | |
| Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy cats get robbed at | |
| Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation | |
| characters with verbal vernaculars | |
| Slappin' ya like a white water raft | |
| or an Olympic kayak paddlin' across the - Niagara | |
| Fake MCs haul ass like they runnin' track | |
| Where ever Canibus or Rakim is at | |
| (Canibus) Let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Naw,let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em | |
| (Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em | |
| (Rakim) | |
| Be ready and at ya best | |
| The celebrity match of death | |
| Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest | |
| Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath | |
| Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?" | |
| One on one, who challenging? Come get did | |
| All I have is a pen and punish you kids | |
| Abdomen punctured and look what I did to his wig | |
| Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib | |
| Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine | |
| Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime | |
| Get your snot-box smashed with a 9 | |
| Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind | |
| Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain | |
| Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains | |
| Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again | |
| Again and again, again and again | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Canibus): | |
| Yo, yo? | |
| The battle started with a grapple | |
| He had real long hair so a grabbed a hand full | |
| And chopped 'em in the Adams-apple | |
| His partner in back of you tried to attack you | |
| So I'ma twist 'em up like a pret-zel then I'ma tag you | |
| (Rakim): | |
| I'm on some stone cold shit | |
| Warn your whole click | |
| Cartilage get blown until the whole bone split | |
| Who wanna spit, bang quick, strangle 'em wit his lip He tried to flip | |
| but I left his body danglin' | |
| (Canibus): | |
| You left 'em danglin' | |
| I can't believe he wanna grapple again | |
| I swung 'em around like I was dancing wit 'em | |
| Put his arms in back of his head and snapped 'em again | |
| Then I grabbed his limbs and put in the figure-"6 subtracted from 10" | |
| (Rakim): | |
| Seven birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred | |
| Turn cats that suped from superb to nerds | |
| Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb | |
| And stick my dick in your ear and fuck what you heard |
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