Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass see,
you know I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through,
I never sent to battlin me,
I just think it's highly motherfucking
You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules
strong enough to stop a bull
freestylin over gospel tunes
I could kick a rhyme longer than your
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler,
beat 'em til the cops come
Beatin niggas til they have seizures,
beat 'em til they start screamin
Like fax machines when they start receivin
Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing
and they heart stop beatin
From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening
With three 15 minute breaks
that's a really stingy beatin
That's what you get for fuckin with this
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden
for lettin the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin
A whole legion of half decent
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete wit
Too nice to flow over beats wit,
too nice to hold a M I see wit
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip
And start to punch trees til they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths,
Til the whole planet suffocates and then
[HOOK 2X:] Yo, you ain't as cold
When you get thrown to the wolves,
[When we in the warzone, we
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust
[ashes to ashes and dust to
Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months,
'cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin
The drive comes from my lyrics and my
lyrics come from my inner spirit
Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder
engines with nitrogen in 'em
Faster than F- 1 with light pistons
'cause you niggas is slower than fat
competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll
And put his head to the fan on the ceiling
Suffer real bad from television shit
Drop him off the roof of a building
and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras
and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop,
Tell 'em how I'm tired of
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers
give is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous,
just a bunch of the same characters
videos, it's embarrassing
You's are the same actors and actresses,
same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit
I make you run for your life,
my global position is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to test
Wherever you go, I track you through hail,
I track you til you're seizure
Until you plaid 'em into cornrows
And you get, corns on your toes
Til your teeth develop hollow coses
But you been goin so long without
deodorant you don't even notice it