Cypher of Bread and Butter Canibus (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5'9", Canibus
Uhh, uhh-uh-uh, uhh-uh-uh uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh uh (yeah)
Wooooo!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Rap's my bread and butter
Rap's my bread and butter
All I do is pick the pen up, get to writing niggas hear me
Get to fighting when I see 'em, get to fighting them

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
'Cause I'm an MC, the truest breed, I'ma live on
So whatever this rap sends me, I'ma perform
You can get an idea of how ill I be when I spit
Light three bombs, you'd be like, he hard
No longer do I do what I do for TV
Do this for my hood, I ain't rich but I'm good
All I see is essence what the lines do is definitely
Time to expand my horizons, so rep this with me
Firing, pick you apart, make you gone-o
Nobody fucks with me, my spit change to pyro
My bitch ain't Cubano, nope, she's Serbian
And I hope, you know that I murder with caves like Osamo
I'm the reason they choosing to put their dukes up
I'm the same reason they move in them bulletproof trucks
Me and Canibus ain't invent it, we just depend on it
To eat and if you be in the streets you know how we spit it