Canibus

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Cemantics
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:40

(Canibus)
Aight yo
Let's talk about the incredible rap flow
We can have a ‘Dinner for Five' with John Favreau
See, it comes to me natural
One of my integral attributes is to be lyrically tactful
I can prove who's nice and who's not an emcee
Through falsifiable scientific hypotheses
In recent times I find it's never been about the rhymes
The game is very politicized
Those who sympathize with they hearts and minds
Show hatred through the mouth, body language and eyes
Sometimes I say to myself, ‘Why do I even try?'
In spite of whatever happens I'll love it ‘til I die

(Canibus)
If you don't believe in other dimensions, you've been duped
They're the main-ingredients in this cosmic soup
See the mouse? Grab it!
Edit the edges with Avid
Is this the picture of a duck or a rabbit?
You see ass and tits? Welcome to madness
Please try to interpret the following passage
Magneto-hydrodynamic mechanics
Translated into Canibus' language you'll never understand it
It's on when the crowd is cheering me on
Waving their arms like they're doing Falun Gong
Firearms three-quarters of a million troops strong
In a single file line stretched out a mile long
Thermodynamics of the second law
Isolated physical systems lead toward greater disorder
Across the dry desert in the featureless sand
Water is secondary to the meaning of man
I know but I won't tell
It's more to the human race than polymers, proteins and protocells
Chemical evolution
L and D form sub-units
That come from the love of Hip Hop and rap music

(Canibus)
The scourge of the words I attack the Earth with
I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet, what you think?
Confuse my shrink with English the publication refuses to print
My daughter likes blue and my son likes pink, man, give me a drink
What kind of world are we living in? I think it stinks
Whatever life you live it's a quick sighted quiz
If you perceive something to be real, maybe it is
Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez before they go to bed
Send them to school, put them in Special Ed
Reinforce their paranoia of the fed's
Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge
The philosophy of the hard-knocks
Pan-psychics sit on the block and attempt to talk to rocks
In the projects where they harvest the human crop
Organic robots that bleed when they get shot
If you can survive or thrive in the Jamaican ghetto
You deserve the Congressional Medal
My heart goes out to all the young bloods
The heart has reasons the mind knows not of
From the first to the twelfth month
I keep a twelve-pump in the trunk for the day when Hell comes
Was invincible on the mic when I held one
My motto was to blaze all and spare none
"I came, I saw, I conquered": Now there's just an empty void
Mic Club! Come holla at your boy! //

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Genabis
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:12

(Intro: Canibus)
Genabis,
This is Genabis,
Remember this,

(Canibus)
In the beginning I discovered wordplay,
I experimented with some syllables from the first to the third day
On the fourth, I searched for the words to say,
How to compress complex verbiage in the least amount of space,
I was perfect at it and mastered the tactic,
On the fifth day I decided I would combine it with mathematics,
On the sixth day I became a fanatic,
And I couldn't kick the habit, I would just look in the mirror and practice,
On the seventh cycle I had to take the day off,
I was exhausted, I guessed my work would never pay off,
But if it happened to Him, it could happen to me,
And if it happened to me it was destined to be,

(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus,
There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch,
I read the Cosmos, what God wrote, predicted as much,
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,


(Canibus)
They backslide back to church and call the minister's bluff,
They'd rather remain unenlightened than listen to ‘Bus,
I blew the fuck up, even though it was short and abrupt,
I was the first rapper to ever close orbit the Sun,
One small step for man, one huge step for mankind,
I am the Red Giant of rhymes,
Solar deflectors incinerate you whole in one second,
Flow is untested, those that I've threatened fold under pressure,
At one hundred and twenty beta cycles,
High volts ignite your eyeballs until you see the fire in front of you,
Optic codes and rods melt one at a time until you realize you're in Hell,
Rip the Jacker's not done with you,
I terrorize the rap community with impunity,
Blow you to pieces and move elusively through the debris,
What my enemies want to do to me is old news to me,
Those in pursuit of me will never get through to me,

(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus,
There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch,
I read the 'Cosmos', what God wrote, predicted as much,
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,


(Canibus)
First rapper to speak over beats dogmatically,
Mixed with Elizabethan drama and tragedy,
My motto is to dress casually and live lavishly,
Look at the Victorian tapestry in back of me,
Notice the post-Renaissance pictures I drew,
Hand sketched drawings of the deserts in Nazca, Peru,
The following audio propagates the possible truth,
To prove I'm the illest so the choice is not up to you,
See, the standard ideological definition of a rap model
puts Canibus in scholarly periodicals,
The article is substantially impressive,
More than a message, a working thesis from several different perspectives,
The Rosetta Stone of sentences for rap music's tentative,
Entered Apprentices this is Genabis,
The Rosetta Stone of sentences for rap music's tentative,
Entered Apprentices this is Genabis,

(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus,
There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch,
I read the ‘Cosmos', what God wrote predicted as much,
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,

(Canibus)
I transmit images over the distance
Using the inflation premise of ten to the minus thirty-two seconds
Back to the Canibus Era, my eponym is apparent
Those who hear my efforts got to give me the merit
Off lyrics alone I'm a legend
But I can't take credit, the English language was not my invention
It's the way I put it together
The incorrect English editor, can't nobody ever do it better
People forget but the history will remember
I pled guilty to the charge and accepted the sentence
Let the records show I resisted under the pressure
My short but precise endeavour to raise the measure

(Canibus)
Hip-hop forever, that's what I see when I look in the mirror
Regardless of whether I'm not a bestseller
I'm a first class spitter, the literal literature ripper
Painting pictures for intelligent listeners
From any and all dispositions
The fusion of what's written creates a vision called Canibusism
The intellectual division of science and religion
People waste their momentum trying to defend it
All I do is put it to ink, then put it to print
See what you think, maybe I should speak to a shrink
I could fix the way they look at the world
They read all these books in a barrel but they can't think for themselves
Self-contained, I'm all balls, belts and brains
Must be strong because no one ever helps Germaine

(Canibus)
Observe the whole world's pain, and tell me you ain't tired of praying
The Catholic faith will never be the same
You can be put in chains because you've got a Muslim name
Sent to Guantanamo Bay and tortured for days
Man, I'd rather buy some land and grow an orchard of grapes
Drink vegetable-juice and stay away form steaks and shakes and snakes
These rats in the corporate race is fakes
Nobody ever gives you what they didn't already take
Invest away? You'll be broke ‘til you break
Man, you learned to pick a lock, you want to open the gate
I mimic haters like flight simulators in air bases
Recovered from an inverted spin and now I'm famous
Those who respond to Rip the Jacker with hate
Show poor taste and only exacerbate their fate
MicClub.net, get it right
Motherfucker, get it right and get a mic

Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother
For inviting me to be a part of this project
Preacher's Son, Vol.1

And it is music the way I love music
It is soothing, it is grooving
It is the truth, it's old, it's new
It's for everybody

Kinda reminds me of when you
And your mamma used to sit around
And listen to the same songs
This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop
My man, Wyclef Jean, do your thang

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Levitibus
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:00

(Canibus)
I harness the power of the Chakra,
Remote viewing into darkness, describing what I see in the process,
Are stone statues surrounded by Neolithic objects
Geoglyphs on the Pampa,
A dose of propylamine makes it feel like a dream,
The dream state is the playground for the supreme,
Critics attempt to follow a trend, today they call me a charlatan,
But tomorrow I will be the God of men,
To create a universe all I need
is one thousand trillion, trillion degrees,
Sodium 22, betatrons and a cloud chamber,
Keep the noise down so I don't arouse my neighbours,
Got a message from ‘The Falcon and the Snowman',
In an unopened Coca-Cola can,
Show the whole plan in coded program,
Encrypted by a ProScan, modem with a low-band, hold up, let me load it in

(Canibus)
I was created by intelligent design,
You are merely a descendant of the unmodified,
You diss me out of pride,
But when you're finished talking about money and bitches you're simply out of rhymes,
Even my worst album was sublime,
If I don't slow down I'll distort the timeline,
Back through the time tunnel to a ‘100 Bars' again,
A master like the honourable Earl of Caernarfon,
The grand architect,
Used to be a partisan to Lamarckism theory but I lost the bet,
No regrets, you live and you learn,
I'm through giving advice, I just give concern,
Sterilize my hands to prevent catching the germs,
And try to rebuild all the bridges I've burned,
I prefer modesty over controversy,
But what am I to do when these jerks keep bothering me,
Jealous because they can't rhyme like me,
And they never had a scientific mind like me

(Canibus)
I'm above average with verbal semantics,
The Aurora Borealis in the form of a rap ballad,
They look at me like, "Poor bastard,
Why can't you manipulate Billboard with all your metaphor magic?”
No matter how hard I practiced,
Every microphone I saw, I grabbed it, obviously that's the wrong tactic,
I went through a long period of mourning and sadness,
When I wrote that Stan shit,
But if you want to hear some hardcore Canibus just say so,
And I'll come out the egg roll with seven Dead Scrolls,
If you can find a better flow,
Then I can find a dinosaur on the Galapagos archipelago,
Hey, you shouldn't fall for the naivete,
Lyrically I'm the illest when my beats is okay,
Food for thought, nutrition for the whole brain,
Keep your neurotransmitters warm on a cold day,
I'm ahead of my time, or so they say,
I guess that's why I already feel old and grey,
Okay, that's enough knowledge for today, I'm killing them,
You better not forget it ‘cause this is Levitibus

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: M-Sea-Cresy
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:50

(Canibus)
Out of the Umbilicus Mundi,
This is lyrical lunacy from a human being to speak so fluently,
Bars of poetry without precedence, complete par excellence,
Listen to the 'Levitibus' testament,
To understand me you need help,
You've got to see the film ‘The Day After Trinity' written by Jon Else,
To understand that, you must know thyself,
You should keep listening 'cause Canibus' flow might help

(Canibus)
To find the answers that we didn't know,
Maybe Edgar Allen Poe's description of El Dorado is not so,
See, the reason there's no light at the end of the tunnel,
Is ‘cause we're really not in a tunnel we're trapped in a bubble,
The government hierarchy and the dregs of society,
Can you explain why you believe Hell is fiery?
We're suffering from symptoms of drapetomania,
Slavery isn't over it just took a new alias,
The Data Repository establishment and maintenance,
Almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens,
Why write lyrics when I can make a better living,
Selling freeze-dried venom to wildlife clinics,
‘Cause I hate the thought of being a predictable bore,
Once you get used to me you won't love me no more,
The ‘Final Soliloquy of the Internal Paramour',
What are we all to do when rap music is gone?
I hope “God and the imagination are one”,
A golden tongue, can achieve synchronicity with the Sun,
Transcended beyond the flesh and the blood, ‘cause this is level one,
After this album my message is done

(Canibus)
But you can't battle me, so you'd rather embarrass me,
I maintain dignity in the face of calamity,
They reach out their hand to me and talk dishonestly,
But I read through their syntactic structure like Noam Chomsky,
A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers,
I'd rather get some now than get some later,
Take a break from writing rhymes on paper, recondition my character,
Change my nature with seven days of Vipassana,
Let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed,
So famished, in fact, I needed a rest,
To regenerate my mind,
Bless the cornerstone of my rhyme with corn, oil and wine,
Then see the light in a luminous paradigm,
It became more apparent with time,
All I had to do was follow the signs,
To be a better man I need help,
I've just got to find the link between my inner deity and myself

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: No Return
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:53

(Intro: Canibus)
No Return,
No Return,
No Return,
No Return,
There's No Return,
No Return…

(Canibus)
Yo,
Scientists gather in a secret place to debate,
They photographed the earth from space and saw my face,
They tried to translate the innate Asiatic shape,
Before the final earthquakes came but it was too late,
Only one-eighth of the human race escaped to space,
They were chased by flying phenomena to the lunar base,
Flotillas of space centers, lasers probed the entrance,
DNA code sensors reject old genetics,
I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics,
I was injected with sodium pentothal and questioned,
I relayed the message the way I was trained to remember it,
I showed them the keypad code and told them to enter it,
I told them which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive,
He snatched it out of my hand and started depressing it,
I told him detonation was definite if he kept at it,
And he'd never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped,
I bowed my head like, ‘I guess this is it,'
My ears popped, the music stopped, and I couldn't hear shit

(Canibus)
The driver jogged around to the front and opened the door,
He said his name was Muhammed Jamal and he'd be with me ‘til fall,
He said the escort service had called,
And the package would be waiting for me at the Winthorp,
I said thanks, he grabbed my bags fast and put them in the trunk,
Then he ran around to the front, slammed it in gear, pulled off slow,
Winded down his window and asked me if I minded if he smoked,
I said, “No”, we drove off,
Cut my cell-phone off, then I swallowed a tablet of Zoloft,
Went to sleep and woke up feeling kind of lost,
I asked him what the weather's been like lately,
He said he doesn't mind the heater and hates the A/C,
He said he had a son who was eighteen and made beats,
And I happened to be his favourite emcee, I said, “For real? That's crazy!
I'll meet him later. Yo Jamal, could you please do me a favor?
When we get to the corner, stop at the bodega,”
Hopped out the car, walked inside,
The store stereo was playing Feliz Navidad,
Got a pack of condoms and walked to the back of the line,
There was three Taliban that were talking very loud,
One reached in his backside and pulled out a Berretta gun,
The last word I heard myself say was a four-letter one,
He looked me in the eyes and said, “The drama's never done.”
‘Cause there's no return,
No return

(Canibus)
I heard the ring tone of the red phone,
Headquarters informed us there was an explosion in the Red Zone,
We were ordered to get ready to go,
And to get into our bio-weapons protective gear and clothes,
I rode shotgun, my partner Ramirez drove,
G.P.S. control gave us coordinates where to go,
As soon as we got there I could feel the hot air,
For a second I stopped and stared, there was cops everywhere,
I told them, “We need to get a square perimeter clear,
We've got an hour ‘til nightfall, so light some flares,”
I said a twenty-second prayer then ran to the second tier,
The lifter was there, then I waved my hands up in the air,
To signal that it was clear before I ran upstairs,
I could barely see smoke was so thick in the air,
I was visually impaired and started to get scared,
I heard a woman scream, “Help!” but I didn't know where,
I started screaming back, “I'm not going to leave you here!”
Saying to myself, damn it's hard to breathe in here,
Searched the rooms one by one, like fuck my lungs,
Ramirez said, “The fire truck got stuck by the front,”
I crawled all the way through the foyer to the end of the hallway,
And seen her on the floor next to the doorway,
I was half-unconscious, but I just ignored the pain,
Helped her to her feet and she had her arm in a brace,
All this tar-like black stuff was all on her face,
I radioed Ramirez coughing and tried to explain,
I heard him say something to me like, “It's all in flames!”
There was ceiling debris falling all over the place,
I looked her in the eye, she looked into mine, it was strange,
Then I blinked for the last time and never saw again.

[Intro - James Dickey sample]
Uhh... I don’t understand how a writer would ever get writer's block, so-called. My problem is having too much, and being unable to get it down.

[Verse One]
Yo why’s tha ripper so ill?
That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence fer me ta reveal.
He said, “Onea these days all eyes’ll be on me
when they look up in tha sky n see tha neon C.”
Rhymes inscribed, on a nickel-disk encased
in a glass with a ion beam for longevity.
For more than ten centuries: impressions n memories.
Tha first time-machine inventor will mention me.
Canibus was a visionary indeed;
he believed light could travel in multiples of C.
Tha organic supercomputa that solved tha mysteries
of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulas.
Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was coola,
n he never liked to propagate rumas.
Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked America,
luxury cars, n beautiful Asian broads.
He had a strong mind; he used ta philosophize
about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzais.
He claimed that he had written tha greatest rhyme of all time,
but he would never take it out his archives.
He wrote two songs per day
n was constantly was experimenting wit his wordplay.
In his youth, he did a report on tha Sloan Digital Sky survey;
he got a F but he deserved a A.
I followed his career from tha first day;
it seemed tha lacka support contributed to his inert ways.
I seen him put in 24-hour workdays,
with deferred pay, undeterred by tha word ‘shame’.
Public humiliation was tha worst pain.
He was spinnin outta control like a class-five hurricane.
He said he wouldn’t want anotha emcee ta suffa tha same
especially when there’s nothin ta gain.
He was tha illest alive, but nobody would face it.
He spit til his tongue was too torched ta taste it.
Properly funded corporations carbon-dated
his latest creations, to extract tha information.
They found it utterly amazin. They claimed tha
body of his work was tha same thing as a priceless painting.
Never mattered ta him tha art galleries hated him,
cuz Thomas Kincade called him. Said he would take ten
complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
with sound but without shape or signature.
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS
in a fire-proof pod; we thought it was odd.
Outside there was a shed wit an Oppenheimer lock.
He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud.
We were in total awe, cuz it blew our minds;
so many rhymes that were intricately designed.
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
n if you don’t mind I’d like ta share some of his rhymes.

[*instrumental switches*]

[Verse Two]
Alone in my room, lookin through tha 32x telescope zoom,
adjusting tha focusa tha moon. One should not assume
tha philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion.
What is tha maximum field-rate application?
Tha runaway glaciation surroundin tha ocean basin
affects tha population fluctuation
on a continuous basis but that’s jes tha basics.
Tha juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position;
tha precision of something no otha has written,
way above n beyond what was intended.
The unparalleled malleable annunciation of a sentence.
You didn’t go ta college, obviously.
I can tell by ur ungodly unintelligible terminology.
Ur remarkable odyssey. Tha rhyme’s at modest speech
when tha brain orders tha body not ta breathe.
Ur competency is not up ta speed, you not in my league.
You couldn’t possibly be hotta than me,
or oppositely at minus 25 degrees. U'll squeeze
but tha condensation makes rifle barrels freeze.
Allow me ta speak figuratively. Nigga, please.
My intellectual property’s about tha sizea Greece.
Ur counselor advised you not ta speak.
My counselor advised me ta keep rhymin til they stop tha beat.
In tha words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how ta write betta",
even though it sorta irked me.
He said he didn’t understand tha process of the imagination,
but he felt he was at its mercy,
which exploits my point perfectly n certainly rein-
forces tha reason why nobody's prob’ly eva hearda me.
Couldn’t understand what I mean by ill,
lest you try ta translate what I print ta film.
This is tha line of will, tha circle of time,
tha cycle of eternity, tha emergence of one line.
Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied.
Tha personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni.
A wise man sees failure as progress.
A fool divorces his knowledge n misses tha logic
n loses his soul in tha process. I obsess with nonsense
wit a caricature that has no content.
My style is mastaful, multilateral.
I could battle a fool n be nat’rally cruel.
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool.
From my existentialist view, I'm a betta rappa than you.
Grab tha mic n rip ya physical fabric in two.
My attitude is fucked up but admirable.
‘Diff’rent methods interpreted into diff’rent forms
from entirely diff’rent perceptions n seen from diff’rent norms.’
Not just spittin a poem, there’s much more involved.
There’s much more piecesa tha puzzle for you ta solve.
48 orders of mechanical laws n rays of creational cause
enhance tha cadencea my bars. Maybe I am self-absorbed,
but that’s the effect. To find tha cause
you should ask my A&R. Today is what it is,
but only becuz yesterday was what it was, permitted
u’ve hearda Beezlebub.
A tale of demons n drugs, pissy drunk
in tha club with tha DJ doin tha needle rub.
Chances are you neva see me, son.
Yeah, I know my name’s Canibus,
but I can’t help you if you need a dub.

[*instrumental switches*]

[Verse Three]
I came ta holla at some big-booty bitches n listen
ta tha speakers thump. Where you get conceited from?
I’m so nice on tha mic they wanna beat me up;
it’s deep as fuck. I ain’t seen it all but I seen enough.
Really unbelievable stuff.
There’s a lota times when I wanna speak but I'm stuck.
I should leave this rap shit alone
n kick my incredible in rhymes in tha privacya my own home.
My imagination is my own;
tha liberty ta speak freely lyrically on tha microphone.
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion ta tha enneagram
n become "Cani-Millenia Man".
Grave my back with tha emperor's stamp.
Been spittin scientific rap since tha 17th cent’ry began.
Tryin to escape tha wicked empirea Def Jam
in tha land where lyrics are bland n heretics hang.
Ev’ry warrior has a axe ta bury
but he has ta learn to discern between enemy n adversary.
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane,
it’s suicide, it’s controlled flight inta terrain."
I fought ta regain controla tha plane
but went up in a balla flames
n got banned from tha hip-hop halla fame
fa two bars I kept hearin in my head ova n ova again.
It cost me everythang.

[*switches to first instrumental*]

[Verse Four]
I’m convinced now that more than truth is at stake
where people create language that pretends ta communicate.
Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes
but it’s a bi-producta tha ghetto music we make.
From an extroverted point of view, I think it’s too late.
Hip-hop has never been tha same since '88,
since it became a lucrative profession. There’s a misconception
in tha movement in any direction as progression.
Even though tha potency of it lessens,
big money industries writin checks ta suppress tha question,
n nobody gives a fuck no more. No one goes ta tha book store
ever since tha confluence of Moore's Law.
But I stay in the lab like Neils Bohr,
his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, n Leo Szilard.
Lyrically, I took rap music n turned tha knob
ta tha right full throttle n added panache.
Why would I argue wit my own conscience ova tha truth?
That’s like me tellin myself, “Don’t tell me what ta do.”
Dialyses n analyses of battle emcees.
Sometimes I say things I myself can’t believe.
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical,
I can understand how it makes you miserable.
You wonder why I neva let you play ur beats fer me
n why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?
You wonder what’s my infatuation wit Alicia Keys?
"Canibus why don’t you speak ta me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me.
That’s why I said it so vehemently.
You need ta place tha hate wit respect.
I'm prob’ly the best yet, Poet Laureate!

[Outro - James Dickey sample]
Generally I take... I go with tha given, ya know, with what comes ta me over, tha celestial wireless...whenever it comes. You're lucky when you get it.

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Psych Evaluation
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:51

(Canibus)
Yo, some say the pen overpowers the sword
The video camera is just as powerful when it records
Appalling footage of cops breaking the law
Mad at you because of what you saw, now they're breaking your jaw
I've been accused of being internally preoccupied
‘Cause the rhymes talk to me and I talk to the rhymes
Clinically induced impulses reveal what's hidden
Written prescriptions given by qualified clinicians
Lafayette pegboards be spinning on turntables
To determine the motor coordination available
Those able to speak what I spoke repeat my quotes
My systematic treatment approach be deep in their throats
I inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal dose
Of unspeakable dope worse than opium smoke
Well spoken like Washington Post or a Fox News Network host
Scale intelligence like Wechsler Adult[1]
Nonnormative data brain storage matter couldn't capture
A couple of years ago they had to put it on Napster
Resurrect Rip the Jacker to rip these rappers
For every second the clock ticks I'ma attack ya

(Canibus)
The C-A-N dash I dash
B-U-S gets the last laugh before the critical mass
In half the speed of a bulb flash fire will engulf that ass
Into a molehill of charcoal ash
Only to be blown away by a cold draft
Wack emcees got no chance, It's so sad
They ask Canibus, ‘Will you ever run out of things to say?
How much breath can a man breathe in a day?'
Needless to say, I think it's kind of deep in a way
People be like ‘‘Bis is too ill keep him away'
It's a good thing I got patience
I've been waiting here longer than Dr. Levinson's time equations
Trying to figure out what made men, was it the theory of inflation?
Or are we just the product of the ape stem?

(Canibus)
You think because I'm not on a major I can't bust?
And because I come from the ghetto that I can't adjust?
Yeah, my disposition was rough
But it turned me into a quick learner all I need now is some luck
I used to be an undisciplined piece of faecal matter
An underdog rapper but I closed that chapter
I deal with my adaptive difficulty faster
And question my projective technique as a rapper
I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamour
But I can't control Rip the Jacker when he gets amped-up
It doesn't matter we've all got a dark side
A loud mouthed Mau-mau from the apartheid
Yo, you want to earn your respect?
Then come to MicClub.net and see if you can impress the best

(Canibus)
This is Showtime at the Gallows
Rip the Jacker

(Canibus)
Yo
I dialogue with Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod
And replaces me with a supercomputer automaton
I don't barter for time I'm a martyr to rhymes
And a selfless soldier with pride that was ordered to die
A burning star in the sky, my heart is warped with a drive
Expressing thoughts through a rhyme, my metaphors are alive
It's like I've been crucified, they 'Hate Me Now' like Nas
They punctured me through my side, the bleeding was cauterized
I was revived after I died
Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god
It had mired up my mind and showed me a sign
I fell off the ocean liner, someone throw me a line
Let the world know the truth but it became my demise
You know we're even I don't owe you a dime
Sometimes I feel like killing myself, they've stolen my shine
I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time
From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm
How could one diss song possibly last this long?
Tyson ain't the champ no more, them days is gone
And Rip the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when he's wrong

(Canibus)
I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge
And tie the sawed-off's trigger around the doorknob
Call the police squad and tell them I'm in room 1-0-5
And that a dirty bomb's inside
Woke up in the cargo plane
Playing Christy Lane for some entertainment while I train in the misty rain
'One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus' is playing
I'm sitting there praying, you probably can't believe what I'm saying
But the voice in the back of my head keeps saying, "Germaine
This is the real deal, man. This is not a dream. This is not a game
The only sixteen you've got for now on is locked and loaded and in your hand
Deploy and detach on land. You're the man
And the pain is the weakness leaving the body, understand?"
And reload with a full pack. Call COMSAT
Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back, STAT
Insurgence and counter-insurgence, move with a purpose
Absolutely mission critical, you never get nervous
Applicate the shock-tube to the surface
Standby! Blow it! Eyes open with your scope on a terrorist
Tell him to go to Hell in Arabic
Put a bullet through his narrow neck, watch the wall behind him get wet
I'm an animal, I'll murder you and stare at your pets
Get the tape! I know where the surveillance cameras are kept

(Canibus)
If you want a confession, you've got it
You want product give me twenty dollars
You want gossip, I'll give you logic
On any topic, recording the positive data
Rip is the best rapper, go confirm the status
One million page dissertation written on paper
Cheap labour for Pitney Bowe's tree curator
My purification process is greater but thinly tapered
Verbatim, my album is equal to over fifty acres
Can-I-Bus before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch
I've only got to say it once
Let there be light and I write a sentence
The greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis
Back to before Sumerians landed on the canyon
In the Cambrian carrying bacteria with antigens
And nine-foot stone mannequins
The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria
Showtime at the Gallows, the Age of Aquarius
And space harriers, life's last barrier
Showtime at the Gallows!

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Spartibus
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:00

(Canibus)
Yeah
This is Spartibus

(Canibus)
You want to spar with ‘Bus? Then let's get started ‘cause
Atomic thrust turn you into cosmic dust
Bomb your borders with Japanese spigot mortars
Recompose your composition to sawdust
Time is breath, breath is life, life is light
Light is no less than capital ‘C' on the mic
Beneath the mirage of night, I'll attack you twice
Prepare the river sacrifice for my ritual rites
Reinforce my habitual likes and dislikes
To diss you on the mic ‘cause I'm sick of the hype
No one's ever written what I write, compare the calligraphy type
Tell me yo, how can I not be nice
The royal semen of Caesar frozen in a cryo-freezer
On sale for seven figures per millimetre
Lethally illegal, I speak to the people
In the form of an eagle on top of the Thebes Cathedral
With boundless knowledge, like hairless Dalai Lamas
With linen garments neatly wrapped around armpits
With monasteries in the mountains
Trumpets have already sounded, you can't denounce my crown, bitch

(Canibus)
The game is Chinese chess
Countless issues need to be addressed before the East nukes the West
Totalitarianistic cause and effect
Run the words through a decompressor, recompress the depth
Canibus is the most explosive next to meth
The inconsistency of the text makes me complex
Pay attention to ‘Bis, my intention is this
Leave you spatially adrift, suspended in the abyss
Marijuana plant owners smell my aroma
Contract sycosis sarcoma and retinoblastoma
Confederate federal General Lee electric general
FCC omni-directional antenna poles
IFF, identification, friend or foe
This area's restricted, don't let him through
He'll mock your style
Rock you to the ground with the bite force of a Sarcosuchus crocodile
Travel a fiber optic mile before you can smile
So don't ask me why and don't ask how

(Canibus)
‘Til I'm impressed with the print, I can hear a pin drop like Sprint
Once it blends I can stop right then
Quantum coupling mechanisms and technical shit
Confuses you, but I don't think you're any less if it did
Just define what is poetry and what is rap
I'll demonstrate how to effectively bridge the gap
The answer is simple in fact
If the protons don't attack the retina, all we'd ever see is black
No ability, no extra-ocular motility
Silly emcees can't see me lyrically or visually
They'll never be better than me
I'll triple team them with the Trinity severed in three and give them nine enemies
Climb back to periscope depth in two hours, Surrender and throw in the towel
The amalgam of the ultimate album, this is Spartibus power

*Rakim samples from Paid in Full's "My Melody"
Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm (4x)
Now tear it up y'all, and bless the mic for the gods

(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)

[Rah Digga]
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin
Prosecution set it with your opening statement

[Canibus]
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'wanna
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal killed my baby's father!]
[Rah Digga]
Order in the court!
[Canibus]
I'm sorry for the outburst your honor
I have an original copy of the police report
January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm
Baliff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle
Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened

[Superb]
Yeah he killed Tyrone
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose and everything
The worst shit I saw in my life
I wanna testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

[Canibus]
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
[Superb]
Yes that's him right there
[Canibus]
Are you sure?
[Superb]
Yeah without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I aint hold no grudge
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood
[Canibus]
You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
[Redman]
Your honor, objection!
His opinion should be stricken from the record!
[Rah Digga]
Objection sustained, prosecution next question

[Canibus]
I'd like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour
Paul could tell us what happened inside the store?

[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
And quicker that you could say, nigga kiss my ass
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor
Yo I swore I was a goner for sure
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet
It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn't let him take it
[Canibus]
Is that the moment when he shot him?
[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah man that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, til the gat was empty
He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
I can't remember no more, that's all that...

[Canibus]
Okay, okay calm down
I have no further questions your honor

[Rah Digga]
Court is now in session, now gettin back to business
Pat Haley for defense please call your first witness

[Redman]
Yeah aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin for the case

[Guess Who]
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It happened so fast, I didn't see alot of it
But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus

[Redman]
Wait, wait, wait objection your honor, his statement's preposterous
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know]
You lyin in the stand to get him fryin in the pan
Now where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone
You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home
Was you mad because he came home bangin your chick [what you talkin 'bout?]
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin and shit
I know you mad that's why you in court, turnin on him
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone

[Guess Who]
Man you crazy man I was right there... [Redman- Yeah right... I read your rapsheet...
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk...
[Sticky Fingaz]
No he wasn't! He's lyin! Fuck you you liar!
Man fuck that he's lyin he wasn't even there man!
[He killed Tyrone man! Fuck that!] No I didn't!
Man he's lyin man! He's lyin

[Rah Digga]
Order in the court now I'm warning you defense
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench
Counsel in my chambers so that we can situate
Let the jury be excused so they can go deliberate...

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, Mr. Haley what kind of defense is this man!
What you doin man?! She gon' fuckin hang me man!
No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin you man!
You promised you'd get me off man!

[Rah Digga]
In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict
GUILTY all counts from theft to murder one
[Sticky Fingaz- Huh? Wha-wha-what?! GUILTY?!]
By the time you gettin out you gon' have a grandson

[Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you Pat Haley!!
[Rah Digga- What?! Get him out of my courtroom!!]
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody!!
[Rah Digga- Baliff, baliff remove him from my courtroom...]
Fuck this shit!! I hope you all burn in hell!!!
You're gonna die bitch!! Fuck you!!!
[Rah Digga]
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this!
You will be held for contempt of court, and anything else I can find that....

Yeah!!! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home, yo.

Yo, yo, yo
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward
Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side of it
I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin me
And they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field
And that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin for COM 12
Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal
Lyrically I'm off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp
Back the tougher shit. What a wimp
You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I'm an experiment gone bad.
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad
Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last
I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh
"You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last
Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames
Dividin myself into 100 ten times
You can't deny the offerin's an offer
Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer
With the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long
And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone
Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes
In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long
I'm just a small fish in a big pond
And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on
Nigga try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong
Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on
Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong
Screamin "incomin" when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse
And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt
9 out of 10 niggas is frauds
You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars
Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves
Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit
I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit
The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfucker to cross it
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin
Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus
Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it
Call the news, I'll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid
Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys
You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it
That's some sick shit homeboy
A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton
You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints
Battlin me you never win
You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in?
Nigga guess again
Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit
I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian

[Canibus]
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

<Chorus>
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

<Chorus>

[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!

<Chorus>

[Verse 1] *acapella*
Yo yo yo
Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind
I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified
Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman
All wrapped up in the body in one human
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris
When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon
I'll smack you wit a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman
And stalk my own rap fans
I'm like a madman fightin a war
Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords
Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost
Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on
I rock till I can't rock no more
Till I can't get no mothafuckin props no more
Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour
Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more
I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin
Claws rip through walls of cast iron
I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin
I clap iron like Duke Nukeum
Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped
Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs
Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim
Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit

[Chorus]
If you the first nigga that laugh
I'll blow you in half
The first nigga to talk trash
I'ma blow you in half
The first nigga to show your ass
I'll blow you in half
The first time'll be your last
Cuz I'ma blow you in half

[Verse 2]
Yo check it *beat comes in*
I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not
Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves
Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape
Manipulatin space in large proportions
Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin
About shit like supernatural forces
Gnomes and theories and superstring theories
Most of you mothafuckers barely
Even understand the English language, much less think clearly
When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell
Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt
I researched my roots, lookin for proof
The best place to hide a lie is between two truths
The aftermath of a nuclear blast
When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph
I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass
Reach your epitab and bury your ass
As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly
I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke

Chorus 2x

[Canibus]
Yo (Die Slow)
Yea (Die Slow)
Ya niggas better..(Die Slow)
Uh (Die Slow)
All you can do is (Die Slow) nigga (Die Slow)
(Die Slow) 4x
All you can do is die (Slow)
Yea
(Die Slow) 2x
Fuck ya'll
(Die Slow) 2x
Die Slow nigga
(Die Slow)

(Canibus)
Yo
You against me.. No contest
My tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a 64 impala with 3 adult passengers
and a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva
Rubberface rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaker, paddlin' across the Niagara
My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid
And you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflauged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis
I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses
I'll tell'em that you got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers
Radio stations'll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums
I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin'
Nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' groove back
So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett
You'll just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee
Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' minature missles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle
Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-I-Bus is invincible
Fuck you

(CONVO 1)
("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Hey Yo that nigga got an attitude
Yeah he be actin rude
And he's always trynna' battle you
That last album was terrible
When he's on the radio he never got a clean mouth
Yeah everytime he freestyles, his words be gettin' bleeped out
You got the album?
Naw I heard it was weak
You got the album?
I said it was weak
But the shit don't come out till next week
Hey Yo I like the nigga's beats
Yo that shit be comin' bugged out
Hey Yo that nigga Bis dumbs out
He waited too long to come out............

(Journalist)
To you bitch niggas who talk alot
But walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it, when i'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets
Prepare you for some channel 6 footage
Know what is, Me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side
Your whole flow is porkrine
Spit the small oints
I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line..right beside the red one
Keep the flow fairsome, 'till the day my career done
Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic
Sound of the light
To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters
True to you niggas
Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver
Shoutin' my name,
Ya best to control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids

(CONVO 2)
("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo
I heard he's from Philly yo
I seen him in Bis video
He's so skinny tho'
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
I don't even understand his shit
That nigga sounds like an amaetur
Yo i heard Jay manage him
Yo he got some heavy gold shit
Man, that's some old shit
Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit' probably let 'em hold it
He got alotta Benji's - no he don't!
Everytime I see him in the back of The Source, he look dingy!

Yo, yo..
If I had half as many bars in gold
as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggaz wanna know is Canibus gold?
That's a stupid-ass question motherfucker, is Canada cold?
Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knife
Rip through, everything from tissues to blood vessels
My ninjitsu, kill you with the art of Tenchu
I zig zag, zig crushin a kid
With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs
like pilots that fly Russian MIG
Comin to punish you pigs
Give a fuck who you is; nigga, Canibus in ya biz
From the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the illest shit, spray-paintin my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus
Fuck forbidden fruit I was eating pussy in Genesis

Chorus: Panama P.I.

What you got niggaz that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggaz actin like y'all tuff for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, confront y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y'all!)

[Canibus]
Now I said it once and I'll say it a thousand times
I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind
You wanna a piece of mind? Fine, we can take it outside
Otherwise you're wastin your time, cause I'ma shine
for the one-triple-9, niggaz gamblin damage they eyes
Goin blind, tryin to keep up with these lyrical lines
The type of nigga you can't flow behind without a dope rhyme
You fuck around and get clotheslined til you nosedive
We can rhyme fair and square or fair in the sphere
Anyplace, anywhere, you niggaz don't have a prayer
Cause doomsday is near, faggot niggaz is scared
They stand and stare as I appear upon a cushion of air
With a long white beard flamin, hot enough to sunburn Satan
Hotter than white people takin vacation
out in Jamaica out in the sun bathin;
sun bakin in gamma ray radiation
til they skin color look cajun
Motherfuckers start agin to the point
where they faces shrivel up like raisins
and they become cancer patients

Chorus

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo.. I manipulate the metaphysical
power to hold my breath for half an hour
Continuously breathin outward; you ain't an MC you a coward
I make wack rappers lose control of they bladders
and piss in they trousers
Pink pussy possum niggaz play dead
While my heat waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shit
Water molecules get transformed to vapors
My lyrics turn the Pacific into a dry lakebed
Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape decks
Niggaz battle in space; tryin to hold it down
but they can't cause they weightless
Amateur swordsmen gets stabbed through they face mask
trying to escape death
A world where the whole globe will contract Ebola
from drinkin spring water darker than Coca-Cola
Human with AIDS, computers with Y2K
I rock rhymes counter-clockwise until doomsday

Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all

[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo yo
The sheer fuckin assemblin of these fo' niggas rekindling war
Seek the Horsemen, we walk the planet Earth on all four's
Cause your empire to Fall like the season before winter
Don't get beside yourself like clone twins in the placenta
Assassinate the mayor through time-travel
The assignment: to reduce all molecules and pass through solid confinement
The only way you could flooowww *slows down* iiisss iiifff
I liquidize your rhyme
Consequently blowin by me crystalizin your mind
The government assigned sentinals for Horsemen elimination
Claimin we were mutants of artificial insemenation
Lost my limbs to bomb shrapnel
But through cell regeneration the blood accelerates at twice the speed
Peep the vindication indeed
Think tank full when you blink, think syncronicity
Rob three banks at the same time through Multiplicity shine
PLEASE!!! These four niggas combine alone
Bringin a nation of MC's to their knees wit ease
Seige a soldier and hold men for ransom
Stop procreation, chop they cocks off so they can't come
Block off a forty mile radius, bomb your fanbase
Seeds to abnormally born and scorn wit a man's face
Indeed watch the moon bleed, we lead by example
Loop my life in time, stretch it in a nine like a sample

[Canibus] (Horsemen)
We rock quadropeds (Horsemen, enforce men)
Chop off your fuckin head (We the Horsemen, enforce men)
Leave you all dead then we eat your car-cus
(The Horsemen) I'm a Horseman (enforce men)
I'm a Horseman (The Horsemen)
I'm a Horseman (The forcemen)
WE THE HORSEMEN!

[Ras Kass]
The beginning of the end niggas!

[Canibus]
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever, the alpha and the omega
The Canibus'll make your eyes redder
FUCK ya'll niggas talkin bout cheddar

[Ras Kass]
Brought to you by your millennium group The Horsemen

[Canibus]
Four swordsmen (From the land of the lost)
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut
MOTHAFUCKER!!!

[Both] Wavin the four-four!

[Kurupt]
I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggas
Mothafuck a six, the condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga
I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
Cuz we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality
A Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be
See I'm tired of this Barkley shit
Niggas talkin shit, I wanna see the streets dark again
Let the heaters spark again
Police callin all cars off then
Powerful as a mothafuckin Vulcan
My specialty is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically
Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit
Dirty shit, holocaust thirty-thirty shit
Missle click, assassin Sicilian
Kill women and kill men, and kidnap children
For vengance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC nigga
(C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!

[Canibus]
So just abide by what you ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by

[Killah Priest]
Mothafucker, it's started, four apocalypic prophets
Appearin outta floatin objects
Wearin mid-western garments
Long trenchcoats wit our hands in our pockets
Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists half retarded
Swear by our fore fathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded
Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
Bring you out the other side as a carcus
I'm heartless, regardless if you claim to be gods or goddess
To me, ya'll all garbage
I see all of ya'll as movin targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rocket
Cosmic vomic spittin, hittin at ya Vietnam vets
Wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest
Castin meteor storms and comets
Now who wanna make the next rise comet
And be the first one left unconcious
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like in a colt
Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue
We was lyrically sent to ya'll
Like deminigod to put a end to ya'll
Spit bites like dogs and get the scent of ya'll
Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin
Wit the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

[Ras Kass]
Let's serve it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these N-U-T's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebonese
Be rockin Bogari wrist watches and sniper marines
Most of these MC's can't even rap
Just modeling, go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges
I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em out
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck
Me? I'm ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, western civilization declines
Catch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep westside, so I keep L.A. time
That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paperate and suck out your brains
Kiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzo
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray
(*Translation: Fuck you bitch ass niggas*)

[Canibus]
Yo yo yo yo
I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertz
Make lightning flash across the sky everytime I curse
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six Master of Ceremony has-beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is
If he's a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat em wit two whips wit pieces of broken glass glued to it
Your whole crew gets bayed and nuetered
As i aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your kevlar vests is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex
You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For bitin off another niggas' shit you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin on mad niggas in a soundproof court
To get some of your sentence knocked off, na nigga you wildin
Cuz you still be in Riker's Island gettin forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on a digital video DAT and send a copy to Miramax
Leave you exposed, turn on the fiction and fact so everybody you know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by a father figure
(Battle who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Delivering mind blowin rhymes and poems
Controllin my tongue when I'm flowin like pilot controlled Boeings
When I get bitten, I bite back
Quicker than Tyson attacks, I don't give a FUCK if I don't get my license back
So, take caution
The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop northward
MC's take caution
The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop northward mothafuckers

Yeah, so just abide by what your ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by
Just abide by what your ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by, HA!

[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Bis, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Ras, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four-four! Aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggas wit the hardcore

[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
Wit my mothafuckin arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course
Throw the jockey off the saddle, now who the fuck really wanna battle?
*Fading*
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missle
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin 'round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog

(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

(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!)
(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!)

[Journalist]
Uhh, yo, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo wit two precise niggaz, holdin the right biscuits
There'll be a lot of cats leakin out they life liquid
Niggaz who actin hard this ain't Columbia Pictures
when we throw two in yo' ass while you huggin on your mistress
From Philly, where cats quick to mute you at
Cuckoo cats, twist back your FUBU cap
Crucial black - two chicks to screw you at
Then they shove a poolstick where you doodoo at
While you checkin on your pagers, weapons in your faces
Shot blazin, cops section off the pavement
Hoppin out with gauges, prepare for the occasion
We throw about eight in, the house that you was raised in
Mouthin off fakin'll make you a loud patient
Achin, with your arms in a alcohol basin
And while your brain's achin I'ma have your dame slavin
Cocaine and apron, over a flame bakin

(Chorus: Journalist & Canibus)

[J] Niggaz take it for granted - until they layin dead on the granite
[C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon
[Both] or y'all be checkin for leaks - Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets
[J] Niggaz take it for granted - until they layin dead on the granite
[C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon now you layin deceased
[Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets

[Canibus]
Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya
Cause this is the season of the infrared laser
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
is show you how you can get spotted by one too
Cause I don't give a fuck, I just cock back and bust
With more arms than an octopus, as if one gun wasn't enough
I fuck around and pull eight out
Blast your face off or blow your brains out
Nigga, I'll leave you laid out
Then I pull the gat in my waist out
Put it in your mouth
and keep squeezin til the whole clip is sprayed out
Take the gun in my ankle brace out; shoot you in the stomach
till I see the last meal you ate drain out
Your face look spaced out, I gut you like a trout
Scream my name out while I'm scrapin your rib cage out
Squeeze with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex
Bullets buzzin by your head like insects
From your head to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even shoot you in the legs or your limbs or your dick yet
Your masculinity is questionable, you probably a homosexual
Just the thought of havin a woman lay next to you
probably threatens you
You probably look at grapes and see testicles
You probably fantasize about vegetables
like cucumbers and bananas havin sex with you
And you probably let gerbels crawl up your rectum too
Shame on you; I (*defecate*) on you
and simultaneously (*urinate*) on you
and pour some acid rain on you
I stop your heartbeat with heat
You weak nigga, I'll leave your blood spillin in the street

(Chorus repeat)

[C] Ayyo Journalist what you workin with?
[J] Old school burners with barrels big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit, What you holdin Canibus?

[Canibus]
30 bulllet banana clips
Just to handle the kick I gotta glue it to my hands and shit
We got permits to murder shit
We critically injure niggaz who deserve the shit
Put em in a tournaquet

[Journalist]
Bomb proof Suburbans with tractor-tread tires
so we can ride through the dirt with it (drive over curbs with it)
Merc in it, even over slippery surfaces we can swerve in it
(And crash into niggaz who don't deserve they shit)
Try stoppin the dudes, you gotta be bruised
Cockin the tools that knock you out your socks and your shoes

[Canibus]
We'll leave you shoeless and keep shootin
Look how much life liquid you losin
You need a blood transfusion

[Journalist]
In the back of a medic truck, shots in your neck and gut
while we holdin our weapons up, I'm still reppin' Philly - what?

(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!)
(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!)

(Chorus repeat)

.. The what? .. The what? ..

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass C, you know I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do
I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfucking improbable
You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
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 in between 'em
Good jesus, that's a really stingy beatin
That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon
Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for lettin the reptillian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin
A whole legion of half decent emcees get released when
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 C wit
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip
And start to punch trees til they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it]

HOOK 2X:
Yo, you aint as cold as us
Or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
[When we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us]
Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to
dust]

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
Cuz I aint heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm driven
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
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
Cuz you niggas is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
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, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
Shootin the same videos, it's embarassing
You's in the same formal as the ?havel head?
You's are the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, children in the daylight
That track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
Until you plaid 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes
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
Motherfucker

HOOK 4X

[Canibus]
Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones
Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro
I zigzag throughout sly loam
Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones
Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones
Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones,
Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh
Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch
I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges
Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones
of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters
Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect
Everyday the earth spins I write verses
My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
and connect like letters when they're in cursive

Chorus: repeat 4X

I'll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning

[Canibus]
Yo, Yo, I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
With thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest 'em
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang
wearin a blue shirt and red pants,
throwin up signs with their left hand
Standin out on the corner of wetlands
with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas gettin me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
and I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed Leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin
There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried
nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
Why the art of emceein is steady dyin
That nigga Canibus is still in his prime, bust a rhyme

Chorus: repeat 4X

I'll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning

[Canibus]
Club Dodge, I wrecked that
Limelight, cursed that
Envy, I murdered that
Club SoHo, never heard of that
Wetlands, dried it up
Cheaters, decided to club, fired up
looking for a chicken to tie up
Club New York, I heard it's hot there
beats be rocking there
Too many niggaz be getting stabbed and shot there
Speed, I slowed it down
The Tunnel, they hold it down
Home of the underground, why they always close it down
Century club, the hot shit
House of Blues, I rocked it
One twelve ATL, that's the Dirty South bomb shit
Synagogue, yeah I be there
Caribbean City, roll deep there
Lyricist Lounge, they be some real emcees there
there there {*fades out*}

Phuk..U (4x)
Ok
Phuk..U (4x)

(Verse 1)
Yo, yo
Ayo, nobody can flow wit Bis
Rock a show wit bis
Or go toe to toe wit Bis
None of yall can co-exist
We livin in an Ice Age and its cold as shit
100,000 dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff
All I know is this
My felt tip hotter than hell get
186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh
Give a nigga a tan
Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand
While I promote that new Canibus jam
Niggas feel it underground wit stalactites hangin from the ceiling
I'm out on tour wit 30 city trips
Every state its like bitches be bulimic for dicks
Screamin the chorus
Half unconscious
I hold my cordless
Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest
While the people go insane for us
I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us
Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I aint payin for it
I freestyle the whole set
Kickin a hundred bars, nigga fuck who's on next
Fuck you!

Chorus 1 - Phuk.. U.. (2x) Ok
Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok

(Verse 2)
-Fuck- them extra niggas that's always around you
-Fuck- niggas that talk about you and try to clown you
-Fuck- niggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you
-Fuck- niggas thats lyin tellin people they discovered you
-Ok, Fuck- niggas that're jealous cause you nicer than them
Don't give a -fuck- who you offend you gotta fight till the end
If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour
Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more
Tell her to bring three friends so you can -fuck- all four
Menage-a-trois, what the -fuck- she expect you a dog
Almighty god blessed you wit a dick and two balls
So if you like to -fuck- pussy that don't mean that you wrong
Unless you -fuck- it raw dog
I -fuck- a nappy dug out
Bust in her mouth
Kick her the -fuck- out
She'll cuss me out, like...

(Repeat chorus 1)

(Verse 3)
Yo, yo
Ya superstar status don't mean shit to me
Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency
Try to dis me now
How you sound?
Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown
You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth
Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos
You was never equipped for this
Never equipped to spit wit Bis
I'm swift as shit
Let me point out the main differences
You magnificent
I'm mic-nificent
Yo, i'd even go out on a limb wit it
Say you write a little bit
That don't make you a tight lyricist
Cause you don't practice or stick with it
Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this
I never quit, I got a gift for the art
A low maintenance cost
No physical movin parts
In '98, niggas thought I was God
How the fuck did that change
I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game
So look inside yourself and tell me what you see
If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me
And its aight if you don't trust me
Cause I don't trust you
As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you
Motherfucker, Fuck you

Chorus 2 - Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x)
Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok..

[Overlapped lines from songs in the past]
(OVERLAP 1)
"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"

"Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"

"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career I've ran through"

"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"

"Canibus is the type to fight for mics,
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"

"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen"

"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"

"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"

"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"

"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns

"Whenever the head is severed from the human body
with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"

"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault

"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"

(Verse 1)
Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my jaws
>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall


(OVERLAP 2)
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"

"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,
I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"

"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"

"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
in fatigues covered with leaves"

"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"
conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus"

"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"

(Verse 2)
Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Faggit niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
"Yea nigga" <smack> "What? Yeah nigga take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped
Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the 20th century
Trapped in a max security building
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)

Chorus: Canibus

Yo, you better watch who you beef wit
You might be walkin down the street, then
suddenly you hear tires screechin
Niggaz'll be hoppin out with heat and
throw you in the car seat and leave your lady standin there screamin
The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten
Nose bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin
You got kidnapped and you don't even know the reason
We even called your fam for ransom, they said, "Keep him"
Watch who you beef wit

[Canibus]
.. yeah, it ain't no secret
Talkin that street shit'll get you in some deep shit
See, niggaz know who you be wit
Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be back
All of my niggaz got doctor degrees in thuggonometry
We all know how to hold the heat properly
And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property
and can go without food or water for 24 hours at least
We fugitives, who ain't doin a bid, and shoot to live
even if it means leavin you for dead
Cause niggaz like you get scared, look for loopholes
Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno
What happened to them crew of niggaz that you talk about?
Them crew of niggaz that you never walk without?
I know what happened; y'all heard about the double-action
portable gatling and y'all don't wanna get blasted

Chorus

[Canibus]
Aiyyo we run up in radio stations on some unannounced shit
Catch the DJ off guard and roundhouse him
Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut
and force him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album
Just the way I planned it, niggaz'll start to panic
Brains get hijacked like planes and crashlandin
Bitch niggaz pray to the Lord; the black box
that was supposed to record the pilot's voice got destroyed
So watch who you beef wit
And watch who you suck your teeth at
It'll probably be somethin you regret
You get wet with horizontal rain droplets
Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal objects
Niggaz get shot in the face
on the ground shakin like tectonic plates that cause earthquakes
Now you got your grill in the ground, how that dirt taste?
You shouldn't have started this shit in the first place

Chorus

[Canibus]
Cause niggaz is comin to get you, ready to rip you
with intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols
Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu
then put a hole in you big enough to put my open fist through
We could verbally diss you or we could get physical
Whatever niggaz wanna do, we could do it too
Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners
We rob niggaz for they presents at they barmitzvahs
We rob niggaz for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders
Things like hearts and livers
One and a half million in cash when it's delivered
Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us
So you the type that, find violence real frightenin
Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is firin
Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it
You need to watch who you beef wit

Chorus

[Canibus]
Keep that low-down stinkin dirty motherfucker
You need to watch who you beef wit
You need to watch who you beef wit
Yeah nigga, watch who you beef wit
Watch who you beef wit

(Canibus)
Yo 6 o'clock every morning you waking up yawning
To the sound of your alarm clock alarm
About an hour from now
You should be at the place of employment
Which is annoying cause it's so boring
Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them
It affects your occupational performance
You wonder why your work load is so enormous
Because your boss just laid off three quarters of the whole office
People get depressed, they get ulcers
From the stress that the corporate environment causes
Regardless of how you ultimately wanna solve this
Seems to me like you've got one of four choices:
You could take a new job offer for more chips
Stick it out a little longer or forfeit
But my advice to anybody that wants to quit
It'll feel much better if you say it like this:

(Biz Markie)
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it

(Canibus)
Yo, if your boss is a S-O-B
Tell him to S-H-O-V-E the J-O-B
Put your middle finger up slowly
Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely
Say I ain't workin here no more
Who do you think you are?
Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor
Run to the door, to the payphone
Make a toll-free call
Tell your spouse what happened and where you are
So they can come and get you in the car later on
And help you search for a new 9 to 5 job
If the unemployment line ain't that long
You can take your time printin out W-9 forms
Eventually, you'll get on if you try hard enough
And you'll get money if you keep punchin your time card enough
Maybe you hate it, maybe you love it
But if you hate it all you gotta do is get mad and tell the boss to

(Biz Markie)
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin here no more
Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it

(Canibus)
Yo, some occupations are like slave gigs
The boss is favored and get placed in something spacious
While the most hated get placed in some small cubicle spaces
Or get thrown down in the basement, get your stapler confiscated
You constantly waitin for a paycheck
Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet
Here's a optimistic motto
If you ever late for today you could say you early for tomorrow
Most 9 to 5

I dedicate this record, ″The Carnival″ to all you brothers
takin′ long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world,
and your
girl gets this message that you ain′t comin′ back. She′s
sittin′ back
in the room, the lights are off, she′s cryin′, and then my
voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her
for youEvery time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can′t work a 9 to 5
So I′ll be gone ′til November
Said I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November
I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin′, but girl, I can′t stay
I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November
And give a kiss to my mother
When I come back, there′ll be no need to clock
I′ll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, ″Go to school in September″
So he won′t mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don′t wear condom, you′ll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC′s, you got no flow
I heard your style, you′re s-o s-oI had to flip nuttin′ and turn it into somethin′
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I′ll have a reason to hunt you down
It′s only right, it′s rappin′ season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin′ like you′re top choice
Your voice, I′ll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I′ll commit it that I′ll be back in November
I know the hustle′s hard, but we gotta enterprise

[Canibus]
Aiyyo I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit
it'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste
then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe
like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind her
Alcohol in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second timers
Clear the buildin, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em
Straight shittin, from New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission, what!

Chorus: Canibus (and crowd)

When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)
Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

[Canibus]
Yo.. yo..
Yo prepare for the worst
This next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearin
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken
they should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Chorus

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Henessey
got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy
So I could be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee
I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine
for that thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed
from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
the brain remains conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too
Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your bid'ness with your bitches
While I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!

Chorus

[Canibus]
Approximately fifty years ago
under the direction of President Harry Truman
and in the interest of national security
A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were established
This group's primary objective
was to desensitize us to the truth
And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited
by a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays

Tune in to channel zero (8X)

[Canibus]
Yo, sometimes the road to the truth is, so elusive it's confusin
And reality becomes illusion
If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin
I'd shatter the social balance of the world as we know it
I'm talkin bout the grand deception, of 1947
When our souls were sold to the heavens
for technologically advanced weapons
Crystal enhanced, brain implants, and mind control methods
MJ-12 is not majestic
And the focal point of our problems on this planet are not domestic
You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic
and fail to recognize the secret society's deathwish
Ninety-seven percent of our Presidents were Masons
Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation
for the construction of underground military installations
Abductions and cattle mutilations
Experiments on human patients
can take place in several subterranean bases
A hundred and fifty stories below a basement
With knowledge of genetic information, you need to fear science not Satan
Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents
they create strange creations
Top secret special operations
Low frequency sounds and lasers, people like Carl Sagan
that didn't believe in the Drake equation
were tryin to keep Western civilization on the need-to-know basis
Well you need to know that this is a game
and we're bein betrayed and played in the worst way

Tune in to channel zero (8X)

[Canibus]
Yo, the holy script from Genesis 1-26
says, "Let us make man in our image under our likeness"
First of all who's THEY? You see if God
was truly a single entity that's not what he would say
We as the Elohim, Gods and Goddesses
posess a marvelously monsterous subconscious
Lifeforms that speak, in very high pitched sounds and squeaks
Short staccato clicks and beeps
A highly advanced form of speech
Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth
They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath
Til they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep
Then they evolved into mammals with feet
And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach
They used gravity, cause it's actually the only force around
that could slow time and the speed of light down
The energy grid network, opened the gateway from Earth
to any point in the universe
Livin organisms and various, geomagnetic gravitational, anomaly areas
Space expedition teams in the lunar regions
reported seein, decapyramids and tetrahedrons
Liquid filled shoes, is what they used
to walk across the moon without leavin a clue
of where they been for the past twenty-three billion years
Before life on the surface even appeared
I hope you become aware what I'm spittin in your ear
was intended to stimulate your left-brain's hemisphere
I know it sounds weird, all these motherfuckin answers
and questions to the grand deception

Tune in to channel zero (16X)

"I-I-I, want, to.."
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"Get re-Get re-Get retarded"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"I, want, to.."
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"

[Canibus]
Yo -- niggaz is phony frontin like they Master of Ceremonies
None of you suckers are even remotely close to me
To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche
Creating concepts so deep, niggaz quote me
They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies
I did things beyond your flows, eons ago
It's inevitable in ninety-eight I'ma blow
Ever since eighty-four, I've been in it to win it
But see back then we used to battle by spinnin on the ce-ment
You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec
From the galaxy of Andromeda; I puzzle niggaz
like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena

Chorus: Canibus

Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
You spineless, rhymeless, niggaz is heartless
"Get re-Get re-Get retarded"
Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
So I {*echoes*}
"I, want, to.."
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"

[Canibus]
Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin
All I really want is you niggaz to start writin
All I really want is you niggaz to be original
and start spittin some lyrical shit that I can listen to
You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project
You haven't come to terms with your God yet
And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin Objects
When I bomb shit, I get retarded; probably more than you bargained
I'm talkin about rippin mic off your arm shit
Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get
beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick
To the British, I'm Ghandi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flyin over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm your last antibody
Sittin and waitin for a cure from modern biology

Chorus

[Canibus]
Yo I be lookin directly into the human eye to see if you pussy
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon
God damnit, I don't think you fully understand it
Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet
who the best is, the question'll go unanswered
til I step up, to the front line with rhymes
Revin my engines like they were powered by Lemans
Murderin niggaz with lyrics manufactured within
my DNA's double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits
I'm absolutely the purest, breed of MC
from the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
However you wanna word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
Motherfucker!
"I, want, to.."
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"

Chorus

"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"Get re-Get re-Get retarded"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"

[Canibus]
I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a fee
It'll cost a brain cell just to cypher with me
I'm the type of MC, that rocks for the glory
I don't give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord me
Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition
for anybody tryin to go the distance
I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometres
My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin your continent
I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric
Hittin you with lyrics that separates your body from your spirit
This is for wack niggaz doin shows and shit
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
(Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it")

Chorus: Panama P.I.

I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz
The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz

[Canibus]
We savages, snatchin microphones from amateurs
Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin it
I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you
into little, powderlike crystals, so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career, I ran through?
Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgun
like a front seat passenger
You must be askin fa', some sort of a massacre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular
Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes
when I smash that ass into blackberry molasses
Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it
cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it

Chorus: Panama P.I.

You see I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz
The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz
See I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz
The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz

[Canibus]
I'm the illest lyricist in America -- MC's can't see me
cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista
I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves
At a +Speed+ that would confuse Keanu Reeves
So ask yourself, who am I?
I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin life
I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme
til the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9
Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time
whether they signed or unsigned
Wit many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas
More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus
More lines than a African herd of zebras
Niggaz just ain't fuckin wit the 'cannabis seteva'
This is for ALL you niggaz doin shows and shit
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
(Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it")

Chorus: Panama P.I.

See I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz
The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggaz
See I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggaz
The foulest niggaz, who never smile at niggaz
Some hostile violent
.. chemically ..imbalanced ..nigga!

(skit first 30 seconds of song, speaking over "Rip Rock" instrumental)
Yo whassup, wassup son?
(Oh are y'all ready? Y'all ready?)
Yea yea yea we ready
Whassup, whassup son?
Whassup, what's the deal?
Yeah yeah
Yeah, aight, so... so all we gotta do
is do the shit we've been workin on
Word
When we add this new, Canibus nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin
{Yeah, yeah}
Niggaz gonna feel that nigga
Oh, that's the old to the new! The old to the new!
(Yo, that's gon' bring us back, that's gon' bring us back)
That's gonna bring us back
(Yeah that's gon' blow)
Aight? So let's... so let's work on this shit {*clears throat*}
Y'all ready? Two times, from the top

{*goes into an old school style rap*}
I hold the mic (YEAH) real tight (YEAH)
And yo grab the mic and make the shit sound tight
Hold the mic (YEAH) real tight (YEAH)
And yo, grab the mic and make the shit sound tight

Chorus: Jenny Fujita

The hype.. nitis.. is in.. your eyes
That look.. that smile.. in disguise {echoes}

(Canibus)
Aiyyo, can you feel it?
I know that everybody's heard of that (The Vapors!)
But this is the ninety-eight version of that
BizMark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence, of the disease, and documented it
Now the name of the virus is called 'Hype-Nitis'
A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars
Hype-no-holics can't require my respect
Cause they snakes and I can smell the venom on they breath
Hype-Nitis

Chorus

(Canibus)
All right now, I'm about to break the Hype-Nitis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just wanna be nice now
Smile and raise they eyebrows when you come around
I remember when I first started to work
and tried to get this job as a label intern
Them niggaz was, killing me, cause wasn't nobody feeling me
A&R's wouldn't even risk demo-dealing me

{speaking over chorus}
Can you believe that shit? That's how it was back then

Chorus

(Canibus)
Aiyyo, I know
most the niggaz I exchange pounds with or lounge with
wouldn't be around if my career was spiralling downward
They'd crowd around me 'til I'm surrounded
Ask me who I'm down with, 'til I replied, "The Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hype-no-holics by how they voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Made a public announcement, about the Hype juice
and then I bounced kid {echoes}

Chorus

(Canibus)
To me hype-Nitis is like the measles, cause it's a disease too
Studies show it affects one in every five people
It's so lethal, the cure can't be achieved through
hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons
If you feel the need to, here's a toll-free number
They'll send you an eight page pamphlet to read through
(800)-7932 , there'll be available hype-no-holics
Standing by for you to speak to {echoes}

Chorus

(Jenny Fujita)
The hype..

We'll never part (through) sickness and health (health)
You are my heart -- I love you more than I love myself
(Yeahayyeahh) But in the middle of the night
I heard you cryin in your sleep it'll be alright
I'll be there for you (just for you)
if you tell me all your secrets
Yet in the middle of the night
I heard you cryin in your sleep I held you tight
I'll be there for you (youuooooh)
if you tell me all your secrets

Aiyyo, boy meets girl, boy really likes her
Boy loses contact with girl but he finds her
Girl has no clue that boy is a liar, and he has no honor
So she dates him regardless, cause she thought he was harmless
And he had her believin he was the man she wanted
to spend the rest of her life with -- the words "I love you"
are priceless, unpredictable like rollin dice is
None-the-less, inspite of the frightenin repercussions
you might get, people still risk they necks
Of course it's nice, the feelin of courtship, roses and stuff
Women never get it often enough
And the reason people love they mother so much
besides the fact she carried you for nine months, is trust
It's a five letter word, that should only occur between him and her
before the bees and the birds (WORD!)

Aiyyo I heard a soft moan in the middle of March
Then I felt a powerful force push me forward like a dart
On your mark, get set, GO!
I was off, flagella was my propellor wigglin back and forth
Then I set a course for the border
Mother Nature's karma callin me to the rock of Gibraltar
The competition tried to be smart, but I was smarter
My competitors were swimmin fast, so I swam harder
Submerged in water, prayin to my heavenly father
If I don't make it through I'm a goner
Screamin out "Death before dishonor,"
Because I'm awesomely stronger, my stamina last longer
I was destined to be a son instead of a daughter
XY is the male chromosomal order
One'll stay alive, and survive, the rest'll be dead
Cause I'ma be the one to fertilize that egg {echoes}

In the middle of the night
I heard you cryin in your sleep I held you tight
I'll be there for you..
if you tell me all your secrets

Aiyyo mommy I'm up in your stomach, buggin
Whenever you rub it, I love it
Like a comforters covers you warm as a oven
Your husband -- stubborn, how can you love him?
Smokin cigarettes by the dozen when he knows that I'm comin
Bad move, you hopin that daddy improves
Knowin in your heart that's bull, because he's too cruel
You've been abused, used, you've got, wounds and scars
Think with your mind not with your heart, let's go to grandma's
Terminate the lease, call the landlord
Give your job two weeks notice, pack up the car, and go to New York
What part? They got a little borough called The Bronx, Mom..
And I heard that's where hip-hop is gonna start
Hell yeah! I think we need to be right there
Four months in your stomach and I already chose a career
When you cry, I hear, and I wish I could dry your tears
but I can't cause I'm stuck in here
Five months from bein able to lay against your chest
I can't even hold you in my arms, cause they ain't developed yet
But I swear to you, as to God's Almighty Truth
I'ma be there for you.. I'ma be there for you..

Tell me! (Tell me all your secrets)
All.. all.. (Tell me all your secrets)
And I will be there for you (Tell me all your secrets)
Tell me your secrets (Tell me all your secrets)
Oooohoooh, tell me.. (Tell me all your secrets)

Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother
For inviting me to be a part of this project
Preacher's Son, Vol.1

And it is music the way I love music
It is soothing, it is grooving
It is the truth, it's old, it's new
It's for everybody

Kinda reminds me of when you
And your mamma used to sit around
And listen to the same songs
This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop
My man, Wyclef Jean, do your thang

[Canibus]
Yo, yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin
with irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin
If you John Blaze, or you James Flames
or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane)
No pain no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the change
or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all

Chorus: Wyclef, Product, Pras

[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
[Pro] When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V
if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
[Can] Old school, old school
[Pras] Everybody got to pack a mac now

[Canibus]
Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow
when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And I'ma blackout in a minute too
Spittin like Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up"
then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug
The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap
with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax
In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers
"Zim zimma -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

Chorus: Product, Pras, Wyclef

[Pro] You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
[Can] Old school old school
[Pras] You locked up and she need some di-ick
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

[Canibus]
Yo physically I move at a velocity
that'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
Iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin Pentium chips
Double the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind

Chorus: Product

[Pro] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST
Motherfuckin BEST
And if you still out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old school (c'mon!)
[Pro] And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)
[Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

[Wyclef]
Ah just ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the East just ride
Ah just ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the West just ride
Ah to the South, down South
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah just ride

Chorus: {samples} + [Canibus]

"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry]
"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry]
"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry]
[Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry]
"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry]
"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry]
"N", "I", "G-G", "A" [Nometry]
[Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry]

[Canibus]
Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch
and gets forty dollars, includin a five dollar tip
How big was the dick she just sucked? (Say what?)
Say how big was the dick she just sucked? (What?)
If you a nigga with a watch, that's iced out
with enough rocks to make the hottest room temperature drop
How long will it take for you to get robbed? (Say what?)
How long will it be before you get robbed? (What?)
Now if your song played on the radio for the first time
four days ago, now the shit is rotational
Who got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say it)
Say who the fuck got paid off to play it? (I ain't scared to say shit)
If you sign a recordin deal for less than a quarter mill'
and your advance is a hundred-thousand dollar automobile
I know the vehicle was probably beautiful (Yeah it's tight)
But did you ask your lawyer if it was recoupable?
It's nigganometry.. {echoes}

Chorus: {all except first line}

[Canibus]
You had five shots of coke and vodka, then you convinced
your designated driver to smoke a pound of marijuana
How the hell you gonna get home?
Say how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home?
You got a mansion, a Benz, a Bentley and a Range
and ain't none of that shit in your government name
What pieces of property do you own? (You don't own nothin)
What pieces of property do you really own?
You don't own a god damn thing, nigguh)
Now if you take a glass of water then add two cubes of ice
you should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right?
You need to watch what I'ma show you (Watch this)
You need to look closely at what I'ma show you
(Listen to this right here)
If you remove every living animal out of the sea
then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease?
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that was deep)
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that shit was deep)
It's nigganometry...

{sample of Big Bird from Sesame Street cut and scratched saying "N"}

"Hey, I've been sitting here trying to think
of what we can do with this here letter 'L'..."

"F", "U", "C", "K", "L-L.."

[Featuring Free]
Canibus:
I make your bitch crew shit stools
I put a pistol in your mouth to pull
Then I feed you to the pit bulls
Don't even talk about guns
The only 9 you got is a 5 dollar bill and 4 ones
So I don't give a fuck what none of ya'll niggas say
Cause anything that can't penetrate ricochets
Rhyming with me on a record?
You might as well have died and went to hell instead of heaven cause
my rhyme
weapon
Is like a medieval torture method
Your 4 limbs tied to four horses all pulling in different directions
In this profession I get busy without a question
Seeing me is like seeing a vampire's reflection
Fast or slow flows connect like electrodes
I make cassette tape decks blow when I'm in wreck-mode
Explode leaving areas abandoned
With more radiation behind than spots u.f.o.s landed in
Male Voice:
Is that all soldier?
Canibus:
Yes, sir!
Male Voice:
Is there anything you need?
Canibus:
No, sir!
Male Voice:
Report back to me before the briefing. At ease!
Canibus:
Are you a Navy Seal?
Free:
Yes, sir!
Canibus:
Then say it like you mean it! Tell them who Free from the Navy Seal
Team is!
Free:
Free be the one rocking shit
Special operatives
Specializing in weapons diagnostic
My survival tactics be drastic
Like Rambo I'm straggling niggas with my bow and arrow elastic
Whoever said you couldn't be 5 feet and thoroughbred
Never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head
How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold?
Or does your hard drive fold ?once the signal hits the node?
Beyond mission control the theory behind your thought
Marie Antoinette, behead me, I still rock
While you choke and suffocate I'll be on testosterone
I'm known to breaking levels down to the values unknown
A specimen with extraterrestrial estrogen
Kick your intestines in
Sell your testicles to Mexicans
I bring the force like a nutcracker
Annihilate rhyme hackers
Navy Seal linebacker
The last set of pits remain unclaimed
So if you buck against Free you better tattoo your name on your teeth
I disintegrate those that oppose
Disintegrate hoes with they assholes in they nose
I suppose you wanna run your mouth like ?acasinette?
I put bitch niggas to rest in a bitch bassinet
Canibus:
Is that all soldier?
Free:
Yes, sir!
Canibus:
Is there anything you need?
Free:
No, sir!
Canibus:
Report back to me after the briefing. At ease!
Canibus:
Are you a patriot?
Sir, yes sir!
Then say it like you mean it!
Tell them who Canibus from the Navy Seal Team is!
I'm the meanest muthafucka on this whole Navy Seal team
And I can kill anything if it bleeds or breathes
Calling all bitch ass niggas and bitch ass bitches
I got a ?howitzer? bigger than any 4/5 is
Rapping is a raw business
But as an individual I'm as different as anybody's fingerprint is
?And foreign is a form of the antonym?
Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in
Bugging like a satanic evangelist
Jogging butt-naked down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles
Every MC in your crew will get ruined or wounded
You talk the bullshit and you to scared to do shit
I'm the type of nigga that will prove it
Produce shit
I spent so much time in the studio I had to move in
A soldier, who his practices West Indian opia
I can drink the poison from a king cobra
Cause long after ya'll are dead and gone
I'll survive the nuclear holocaust like a roach ?
Male Voice:
Is that all soldier?
Canibus:
Sir, yes sir!
Male Voice:
Is there anything you need?
Canibus:
No, sir!
Male Voice:
Report back to me after the briefing. At ease!

[Canibus]
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, c'mon!
Rock! {*echoes*}
Rock! Rock! Rock!

Verse One: Canibus

Jump up and down if you love the sound
We Rip and Rock until we tear shit down
Rip Rock stands for Hip-Hop mixed with Rock'n'Roll
I'm hardcore to my inner soul
Hold on as I swerve outta control
Directly into the unknowns of a black hole
All my real niggaz, with fucked up neurotransmitters
wavin glocks and swastikas
I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor
and swigga, til I'm drunk as the Pississippi River
Even though I know the shit is fuckin up my liver
Tomorrow when I wake up, I won't even remember {"Rock!"}
how I got home - or where I got this tattoo of a mic on my arm from
Or when I fucked them bitches last night, I shoulda used a condom
(I guess not) Now that's what I call Rip Rock!

Chorus One: Canibus

Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock
Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock
Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock
Rip (c'mon) .. Rock! (yeah)

{repeat Chorus One}

Chorus Two: Canibus (repeat 2X)

You want Rock'n'Roll? (We got it)
You want Hip-Hop? (We got it)
You wanna wreck shop? (We got it)
We got it got it
We got it got it got it

{*guitar interlude - like a heavy metal snake charmer's song*}

[Canibus]
C'mon! {*echoes*}
Rock!
Rock! Rock! Rock!

Verse Two: Canibus

Yo, I want you to sucker-punch whoever you standin next to
if you ready to rock with a ReFugee rebel
A Navy Seal underwater in a submarine vessel
Shittin on niggaz above sea level
I'm tired of you MC's talkin bout loot (LOOT!)
I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups (GROUPS!)
I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams
Tired of gettin my name misspelled in magazines {"Rock!"}
I'm tired of you two-faced disc jockeys
Non-believers, suckin on my arch enemy's penis
You know who you are, I'm talkin to you
You need to recognize I'm tryin to introduce somethin new
Somethin I would sacrifice my life or die for
Somethin if I was already dead I would rise for
Somethin that would make a fool a hundred times wiser
Somethin that will help all mankind to prosper
I die with laughter, lookin at you wack MC's
with your craft unmastered, bastards
Hip-Hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded
with Rock'N'Roll, now Rip Rock is born, motherfuckers!

Chorus One

Chorus Two

[Canibus]
C'mon! {*echoes*}
C'mon!
C'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!)
C'mon! {*echoes*}
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!)
C'mon! Rip Rooooooooooooooooooock!

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man, whassup man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean?
Talkin foul bout you the other night
on the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn't with that
but I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right?
But you seem like you got true game
But.. peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean?
But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it
Get up in this ring man put on these gloves
Let me show how to handle yourself man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man
Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man
Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man
Niggaz talkin that shit about you..

Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast
Hey man they been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times did right
No but they can't hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this yourself man

[Canibus]
So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy!
You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga

[Referee]
Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there
(Yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks
(Yo, yo get the fuck off me man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha
(Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit)
You understand? (Fuck you!)
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a fight

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go into battle
we come out, or don't come out at all

[Canibus]
Yo
You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life
cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is
It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different
A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it
Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+
and I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker

[Referee]
Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man
You in and out and you're agile with you flow man
But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus
Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
holdin the mic with you

But dig right...

But dig right...

But dig right...

But dig right...

Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner
That's your agenda baby
Your your agenda to to consume them
Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence
The Canibus is here to rule forever
Mike Tyson, on the death

Artist: Canibus
Album: Can-I-Bus
Song: What's Going On
Producer: L.G.
Time: 3:52

(Intro: sample)
"What's.. what's.."
"What's going on? What's going on?" (4X)

(Canibus)
The club scene is a regular hangout spot for unclean
Women in tight jeans, fronting like queens
Chicken heads, who should be home taking care of their eggs
Instead, they're always in the club flirting with men
Now, I don't care about them hypenoholic bitches
All I'm concerned with is who's bringing their burners in to burn niggas
While security practice is a mediocre precaution
Niggas is still stealthily sneaking their firearms in
Often, niggas be acting like they're marksmen
But couldn't hit a stationary object
So, how you gonna hit a moving target? Especially if you alcoholic
The party was coconuts until you spoiled it
Nigga, what's going on?

Chorus: Canibus "samples")
"What's going on? What's going on?"
What's going on these days?
Can't do no Hip Hop shows without the gunplay
"What's going on? What's going on?"
What's going on? Why is everybody packing?
"While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in" -> Havoc
"What's going on? What's going on?"
What's goin on these days?
Can't do no hip-hop shows without the gunplay
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Before you blaze, think about the lives at stake
"You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place" -> Biggie

(Canibus)
Aiyo
The other night I seen some kid getting loud, running his mouth
'Til somebody pulled the damn thing out, then shots rang out
This nigga in front of me got his back blown out
On the floor, with a piece of his small intestines hanging out
I had to scream on the bouncers to carry him out
They said, "Nah, them niggas is still busting in the crowd"
Then they ducked down close to the ground, as the bullets whizzed by
Praying to Allah, 'cause they don't wanna die
But neither do I, fuck it, I gotta be here
As a rap artist, it's a vital part of my career
I swear, y'all niggas need to chill with that
Bringing your handguns to every goddamn club I perform at
Everything from semi-autos to MACs
Chrome or black, plastic gats and all that
Believe it or not, the government wants that
So they can use that as an excuse to shut down rap
What's going on?

Chorus

(Canibus)
All of my Hip Hop niggas should feel what I'm speaking upon
A subject that was touched by Nas and Pharoahe Monch
Bullets, being shot from guns, guns being carried by thugs
Who come to the clubs, to shed blood
Bear in mind, that every time a nigga reaches for chrome
He jeopardizes more lives than his own
To some this record ain't even relevant, until you experience
How a bullet can shatter your dreams in a millisec'
By some thug cats, who didn't take that
By busting a gat, they could render somebody handicapped
And trapped, in a wheelchair over nothing
With the gift of walking and running snatched from them
What the fuck is going on?

(Chorus to fade)

I dedicate this record, ″The Carnival″ to all you brothers
takin′ long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world,
and your
girl gets this message that you ain′t comin′ back. She′s
sittin′ back
in the room, the lights are off, she′s cryin′, and then my
voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her
for youEvery time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can′t work a 9 to 5
So I′ll be gone ′til November
Said I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November
I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I′ll be gone ′til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin′, but girl, I can′t stay
I′ll be gone ′til November, I′ll be gone ′til November
And give a kiss to my mother
When I come back, there′ll be no need to clock
I′ll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, ″Go to school in September″
So he won′t mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don′t wear condom, you′ll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC′s, you got no flow
I heard your style, you′re s-o s-oI had to flip nuttin′ and turn it into somethin′
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I′ll have a reason to hunt you down
It′s only right, it′s rappin′ season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin′ like you′re top choice
Your voice, I′ll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I′ll commit it that I′ll be back in November
I know the hustle′s hard, but we gotta enterprise