[Canibus]

Yeah, I'll buss 'em, and you punish 'em

Uhh, yeah..



[C] Let me buss 'em

[R] Naw, I'ma punish 'em

[C] Ra, let me buss 'em

[R] Naw, I'ma punish 'em

[C] Naw, let me buss 'em

[R] Naw, I'ma punish 'em

[C] Come on Ra, let me buss 'em

[R] Yo 'Bis, you can punish 'em



[Canibus]

Yo, yo..

Now on some battlin shit, my verbal lateral grip

leeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' my shit

Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips

And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix

Fuck a pad and a pen, write rhymes on a IBM

Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in

Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit

Meditatin on this rap shit

Because my freestyle reigns sovereign

wit a deeper conscience than the prophet Muhammad was born wit

My brain cavity is enormous

My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the seven chakras

While the right one harnesses darkness

The type of dark that makes a house haunted

The type of dark that niggaz get lost in

The type of dark you fear when you dead in the coffin

I hear you talkin, but I ignore it

Cause it's garbage and your rhyme's borin

So keep standin on the corner

the trash man'll collect you in the mornin

Thug cats frontin, wacker than Blinky Blink

on the back of the Raptor wagon babblin about nothin

Fuck that, real Rugrats can get it on black

Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy niggaz get mugged at

So dark you never see the blood splat

and you can't even react, cause the trunk is where you keep the guns at

Now you on speed, cause you too scared to come back

You can't even breathe, the weed suffocates your lung sacs