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