[Intro: Sample]
I and I gon' take you to a place you see
You never been there before
I own you now
I and I gon' take you to a place you see
You never been there before
I own you now
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Copacabana, cut your tongue off with katana
The war monger wearin’ Bodhidharma body armor
Son of Ravana, Ashwatthama Maharatha
Parama Brahman, supreme Rasta
Practice extreme Prajna, samsara this is nirvana
Buddhavacana from Tathāgatagarbha
My forefathers conscious like Dhyānas
You don’t even understand what I’m sayin’, be honest
Lightning bolt Vajrayana, thunderbolt Obama
With B.A. Baracus a black tomahawk chopper
Mr. T doin’ the Cha Cha dressed like Zulu Shaka
Eatin’ green eggs, hasa and salsa
You know you wearing bootleg when the logo is too big
When the tag says, “Made in Manolo Jesus crib”
Matte black AR, ACOGS and K Bars
You make duck sauce outta Gog and Magog
The airborne flippers with meteorite zippers
Tell the skipper to use helio light dimmers
You know you ain’t in the right business, you like to spit I like to listen
We like hyenas babysittin’ some kittens
I swoop down like a winged griffin and pinch 'em
Leave his limbs missin’, dirty ass feet like city pigeons
I and I gon' take you to a place you see
You never been there before
I own you now
I and I gon' take you to a place you see
You never been there before
I own you now
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Copacabana, cut your tongue off with katana
The war monger wearin’ Bodhidharma body armor
Son of Ravana, Ashwatthama Maharatha
Parama Brahman, supreme Rasta
Practice extreme Prajna, samsara this is nirvana
Buddhavacana from Tathāgatagarbha
My forefathers conscious like Dhyānas
You don’t even understand what I’m sayin’, be honest
Lightning bolt Vajrayana, thunderbolt Obama
With B.A. Baracus a black tomahawk chopper
Mr. T doin’ the Cha Cha dressed like Zulu Shaka
Eatin’ green eggs, hasa and salsa
You know you wearing bootleg when the logo is too big
When the tag says, “Made in Manolo Jesus crib”
Matte black AR, ACOGS and K Bars
You make duck sauce outta Gog and Magog
The airborne flippers with meteorite zippers
Tell the skipper to use helio light dimmers
You know you ain’t in the right business, you like to spit I like to listen
We like hyenas babysittin’ some kittens
I swoop down like a winged griffin and pinch 'em
Leave his limbs missin’, dirty ass feet like city pigeons
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