(Canibus)
Yo
I think fast, switch fast, quick fast, quick as
Immigrants say, ‘No habla ingles', at border-patrol fences
Messing with Canibus is senseless
Divide my senses by six and you'll end up with triple sixes
And triple the digits mean triple the spirits
My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics
I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh
I'm telling you, put your money on me then triple your bet
‘Cause I won't be satisfied ‘til I'm set
‘Till I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effеct
Rhyming is the nine-to-five that I manipulatе best
Eight hours of writing and memorizing a man*script
Called "The Biography of Canibus"
Subtitled ‘The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit'
How to tongue twist, how to enunciate certain sh**
How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit
You n***as ain't listen to ‘Bis, I k** ‘em with sh**
I'm wicked with this, I should be selling tickets to this
Paparazzi should probably be taking pictures of this
My fans in the street with signs trying to picket for this
Saying, "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"
My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less
I can go four quarters or nine innings for this
Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this
Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this
The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement
My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station
Sneak-attack rappers, grab them and slash them
Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors
Hunt them like Jura**ic Park actors
But spare Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one
Action packed like Shaft, the black a**a**in
Blasting the .753 backwards Magnum
Follow me down the road to Damascus
Do not follow me these madmen, popping ecstasy pills like aspirin
I and I come fe manifest the most high
Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can not die
N***as want to lock the ‘Chronicles of Canibus' away forever
And put my book of rhymes through a shredder
Never, I'm way too clever the way I manoeuvre
Beat your a** like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua
In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers your career is ruined
Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha
Bring it to ya', prove you're a loser
Beyond the length of this rhyme you have no future
Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars
In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowing through them
Yo
I think fast, switch fast, quick fast, quick as
Immigrants say, ‘No habla ingles', at border-patrol fences
Messing with Canibus is senseless
Divide my senses by six and you'll end up with triple sixes
And triple the digits mean triple the spirits
My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics
I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh
I'm telling you, put your money on me then triple your bet
‘Cause I won't be satisfied ‘til I'm set
‘Till I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effеct
Rhyming is the nine-to-five that I manipulatе best
Eight hours of writing and memorizing a man*script
Called "The Biography of Canibus"
Subtitled ‘The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit'
How to tongue twist, how to enunciate certain sh**
How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit
You n***as ain't listen to ‘Bis, I k** ‘em with sh**
I'm wicked with this, I should be selling tickets to this
Paparazzi should probably be taking pictures of this
My fans in the street with signs trying to picket for this
Saying, "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"
My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less
I can go four quarters or nine innings for this
Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this
Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this
The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement
My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station
Sneak-attack rappers, grab them and slash them
Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors
Hunt them like Jura**ic Park actors
But spare Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one
Action packed like Shaft, the black a**a**in
Blasting the .753 backwards Magnum
Follow me down the road to Damascus
Do not follow me these madmen, popping ecstasy pills like aspirin
I and I come fe manifest the most high
Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can not die
N***as want to lock the ‘Chronicles of Canibus' away forever
And put my book of rhymes through a shredder
Never, I'm way too clever the way I manoeuvre
Beat your a** like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua
In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers your career is ruined
Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha
Bring it to ya', prove you're a loser
Beyond the length of this rhyme you have no future
Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars
In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowing through them
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