[Intro]
The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once for an entire month
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down)
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down)
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
[Verse 1]
Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts with a passion
Listen to how Canibus re-enact this
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine beam powered by a crystal
Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal
Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary
So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me?
Barely, the quickening happens in between
In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning
Partitioning with the Fisher King eating chicken wings
My fingertips are glistening but I'm listening
Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular
To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words
Hip-hop malísimas, career suicide
Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped
Didactic counterpoint, mix and master the drops
Complex and confusing, I'm laughing 'cause it's hot
The super-duper uber music conductor producer from the future
Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah
Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors
They watch over us, told me where to go
But I can only take both of us, so you better soldier up
Size, Activity, Location, Unit
Time and Equipment: What you going to do with it?
S.A.L.U.T.E., that's what they do when I rip it, I proved it, I did it
D/R Period was in the booth when I spit it
Bread and Butter, Nigga
The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once for an entire month
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
Can-I-Bus? You know you can
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down)
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down)
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
[Verse 1]
Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts with a passion
Listen to how Canibus re-enact this
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine beam powered by a crystal
Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal
Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary
So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me?
Barely, the quickening happens in between
In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning
Partitioning with the Fisher King eating chicken wings
My fingertips are glistening but I'm listening
Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular
To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words
Hip-hop malísimas, career suicide
Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped
Didactic counterpoint, mix and master the drops
Complex and confusing, I'm laughing 'cause it's hot
The super-duper uber music conductor producer from the future
Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah
Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors
They watch over us, told me where to go
But I can only take both of us, so you better soldier up
Size, Activity, Location, Unit
Time and Equipment: What you going to do with it?
S.A.L.U.T.E., that's what they do when I rip it, I proved it, I did it
D/R Period was in the booth when I spit it
Bread and Butter, Nigga
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