[Verse 1: Canibus]
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 nothing to critique
Whenever I'm rapping or rhyming with irrefutably remarkable timing
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantomiming
If you John Blaze, or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation, I'm Germaine 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 Jean, Product G&B, Canibus, Pras]
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride
When you in the streets and you're driving in your V
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school, old school
Everybody got to pack a mac now
[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow
When I rip a show, with my lyrical, I'm a let you know
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And I'm a blackout in a minute too
Spitting like Bone-Thugs like
Nigga, what? I'm finna get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thug's bones with a chrome slug
The black Cyrano De Bergerac 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, whiling like Beenie on the speakers
Sim Simma! Who got the fire for my reefa?
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 nothing to critique
Whenever I'm rapping or rhyming with irrefutably remarkable timing
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantomiming
If you John Blaze, or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation, I'm Germaine 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 Jean, Product G&B, Canibus, Pras]
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride
When you in the streets and you're driving in your V
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school, old school
Everybody got to pack a mac now
[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow
When I rip a show, with my lyrical, I'm a let you know
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And I'm a blackout in a minute too
Spitting like Bone-Thugs like
Nigga, what? I'm finna get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thug's bones with a chrome slug
The black Cyrano De Bergerac 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, whiling like Beenie on the speakers
Sim Simma! Who got the fire for my reefa?
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