No doubt Ya'll

Uh

Why not

can-i-bus about to blow up the spot

103 Jamz

Yea, chillin wit my man

Wit the Sean John shirt on

Uh - Swift hands

Cut the record up

*scratching in the background*

Bout to bust it up





Yea, Yo

I radiate, like plutonium rods that glow

Got ya counters drumroll when i'm about to flow

Patriarch wit the heart of Napoleon Bonaparte

Stomp across continents to conquer my art

I'm a millenium lyricist

Area 51 physicist

Rhymes hot enough to melt the wax on turntable before the DJ

even starts spinnin it

My rhymes could melt the wax right off the back of Kid Icarus

Sharper than the shit you shank niggaz wit

Sharper than scissor tips

Sharper than rings on RZA's fist

It's ridiculous

How so many of you niggaz figure dat

Maybe we could get a name is Canibus disses us

I know how you niggaz think

You figure since

You already a pussy

You might a well gimme syphalis

Envious cuz ya rhymes are infinite

And you lyrically limited to the little boxes you livin in

I'm as dangerous as they come

Dangerous with or without a gun

I been dangerous since day one

Rhyme blows explode like pyros

Stick to ya ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoe's

You get ya head flown if you dumb in da dome

Or struck wit some stones til you feel numb in the bones

You betta keep ya big mouth closed

For i stick the mussle of dat chrome in the hole unda ya nose

Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold

In the direction of my wrist bones to release ya soul

I told you to freeze

If I was you I woulda froze

But you chose the other route - got blown from the hose

Pistol to ya mug

Cripple ya tongue

Rip thru ya lung