Rhythmatic Jiu Jitsu Cloak N Dagga

[Canibus]
Jeah, Rhythmatic Jiu Jitsu
Comin to get'chu
G-G-G-G-Giu spit some lyrical shit at you
Rhythmatic Jiu Jitsu, left hand pin you to the wall
While the right hand lift spoon and sip soup
Bones levitate, I meditate, strong as a ape
Slim as a snake, whatever it takes
Yo I went to the morgue to identify the body of rap
Decomposed and entirely whack
I'm the reason every rapper in the world still breathin
More blood for the machine, bring the next team in
Brrrap, spit a verse like a five shot burst
Actin like you not hurt, make your injury worse
Y'all niggas look rich, put your money in the square
I'mma take you on a walk through the metaphor fair, yeah

[Hook]
In the motorpool, odors and fumes
Soldiers in rooms, you notice them, they notice you too
Park my Stryke on the street, open the hatch
And stand on the seat and catch a RPG with my teeth
They used to call me Gunny on 1-3
I don't give a fuck G, the Mark 19 got one speed
Put your H3 HumVee in the junk heap
The 25 mic might make things ugly