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- I think fast, switch fast, quick fast, quick as
- Immigrants say, ‘No habla ingles', at border patrol fences
- Messing with Canibus is senseless
- Divide my senses by six and you'll end up with triple sixes
- And triple the digits mean triple the spirits
- My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics
- I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh
- I'm telling you, put your money on me then triple your bet
- ‘Cause I won't be satisfied till I'm set
- Till I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect
- Rhyming is the nine to five that I manipulate best
- Eight hours of writing and memorizing a manuscript
- Called "The Biography of Canibus"
- Subtitled ‘The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit'
- How to tongue twist, how to enunciate certain shit
- How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit
- You niggas ain't listen to Bis, I kill ‘em with shit
- I'm wicked with this, I should be selling tickets to this
- Paparazzi should probably be taking pictures of this
- My fans in the street with signs tryna picket for this
- Saying, "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
- We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"
- My dedication and my commitment's beginning less
- I can go four quarters or nine innings for this
- Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this
- Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this
- The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement
- My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space station
- Sneak attack rappers, grab them and slash them
- Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors
- Hunt them like Jurassic Park actors
- But spare Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one
- Action packed like Shaft, the black assassin
- Blasting the .753 backwards Magnum
- Follow me down the road to Damascus
- Do not follow these madmen, popping ecstasy pills like aspirin
- I and I come fe manifest the most high
- Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can not die
- Niggas want to lock the ‘Chronicles of Canibus' away forever
- And put my book of rhymes through a shredder
- Never, I'm way too clever the way I manoeuvre
- Beat your ass like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua
- In front of a hundred million pay per viewers your career is ruined
- Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha
- Bring it to ya, prove you're a loser
- Beyond the length of this rhyme you have no future
- Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars
- In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowing through 'em
- I'ma reprogram everything that you're doing
- Hypnotize the audience you perform in front of to start booing
- You're stupid, you and your whole crew are extremely foolish
- I can't cipher with you ‘cause your breath is too putrid
- Put your mic down and step away from it
- Shut your motherfucking mouth and don't say nothing
- You have the right to remain silent
- Sentenced to life on Rikers Island for terrible freestyling
- [Verse 2: Canibus]
- I heard a rumour English women make love the best
- Is that true? ‘Cause I ain't had no justice yet
- A lot of clowns keep arguing on who the best is
- Bite the style but can't digest it
- Till they get karate kicked in the mouth and their teeth get ejected
- Told you to ‘Watch Who U Beef Wit' on the last record
- Platinum teeth? I sell them for a thousand pounds a piece
- You buy one back and you get one free
- Put it down in the east, put it down in the west
- Put it down on paper, put the paper down on the desk
- In the studio is where I put it down to the test
- It's nothing but skull crushing pressure down at them depths
- Throw a rough mix down, download it to disk
- Give a copy to everybody that's down with Bis
- Since '96, the Dogg Pound Remix
- First time anybody put me down to spit
- It's like Pakman don't stop
- Till I hear my voice banging up and down the block in a Magnavox
- With a hundred watts, creating ripples in the water like aquanauts
- Breathing through their oxygen box
- I belong on top of the pops not on the bottom with rocks
- I mean, honest to God, I'm shocked, I thought the album was hot
- I guess you can't write an infinite rhyme with a finite mind
- That's why rhymes like mine mystify mankind
- A lot of rappers are ahead of their time
- But when it comes to rhymes like mine the word ‘time' doesn't apply
- You see, rhyming is the art
- The microphone is the paintbrush responsible for getting the point across
- The canvas is the street
- Where the Master of the Ceremony paints the picture for everybody to see
- Nobody could rhyme this fluent, nobody ever did what I'm doing
- Nobody ever spit what I'm spewing
- I'm the illest alive and I'ma prove it
- Plus I've got to show the people that I've got mad love for Rap music
- I bury MCs with rosary beads
- A picture of their wife and their seeds and a picture of me
- I'm as graceful as the left hand of Rembrandt
- Put some instrumentals on and ask my pen to dance
- I'm such a gentleman, pull out chairs, open doors, never offend my fans
- Unless they offend me and I lose my temper, man
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