[Verse 1: Canibus]
If I had half as many bars in gold as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggas wanna know is Canibus gold?
That's a stupid-ass question, motherfucker, is Canada cold?
'Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your neck with a knife
Rip through everything from tissues to blood vessels
My ninjitsu kill you with the art of Tenchu
I zig-zag-zig, crushin' a kid
With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs
Like pilots that fly Russian MIG, comin' to punish you pigs
Give a fuck who you is, nigga, Canibus in ya biz
From the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the illest shit, spray-paintin my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus
Fuck forbidden fruit, I was eatin' pussy in Genesis
[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
What you got niggas that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggas actin like y'all tough for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, gun butt y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y'all!)
If I had half as many bars in gold as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggas wanna know is Canibus gold?
That's a stupid-ass question, motherfucker, is Canada cold?
'Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your neck with a knife
Rip through everything from tissues to blood vessels
My ninjitsu kill you with the art of Tenchu
I zig-zag-zig, crushin' a kid
With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs
Like pilots that fly Russian MIG, comin' to punish you pigs
Give a fuck who you is, nigga, Canibus in ya biz
From the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the illest shit, spray-paintin my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus
Fuck forbidden fruit, I was eatin' pussy in Genesis
[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
What you got niggas that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggas actin like y'all tough for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, gun butt y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour (Fuck y'all!)
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