Stomp On Ya Brain Canibus (Ft. Journalist)

[Intro/Hook: Canibus]
"If you can't walk the walk," nah don't even try it
When I'm wired, I spit fire
And come stomp on your brain, brain, brain...

[Verse 1: Canibus]
Yo! What about hip-hop, is so interesting?
Emcees battle for respect, it's intensive
Spit rhymes while I shimmy up the cliff side
Before you ask why I'm trying to show you where Rip died
The questions give me more insight into your mind
Than those wack rhymes I hear you reciting all the time
Restore and re-establish it, revive it, revamp it
Refresh yourself with something organic and mechanic
Verses be so strong they are generally interpreted wrong
Prompting corresponding responses from the songs
Mr. Motherfucking Know-It-All, bet you ten gold granola bars
I'm smarter than those fifth graders are
The writing technique is from a lion-headed beast
Sciatic nerve got me spitting automatic words
Ideas eliminated in the order they were created
Amid speculative language about how I even made it
Rebel without a cause, spitting ten billion bars
To the cold corpse cellophane wrapped on the floor
There's more, I declare war, bomb 'em
Pound after pound I come stomp on 'em