[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big $$# C, you know I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'ma do

I never sent to battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly mother$#&@ing improbable
You talkin to a ^!$$%, ^!$$%s split molecules

To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes

Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, beatin the %#@! out ^!$$%s proper

I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the cops come
Beatin ^!$$%s til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin
Like fax machines when they start receivin

Beat 'em til my own hands start bleedin
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin
>From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening

With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good jesus, that's a really stingy beatin
That's what you get for $#&@in with this lyrical demon

Bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for lettin the reptillian beast in

Got locked up for a DUI and speedin
A whole legion of half decent emcees get released when
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom

See I'm much too nice to compete wit
Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M I C wit
Off some diesel Hercules %#@!, I cold flip

And start to punch trees til they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it [release it]


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Yo, you aint as cold as us

Or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
[When we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us]

Cuz we rollin rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to dust [ashes to ashes and dust to
dust]


[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet

Cuz I aint heard %#@! worth buyin
I'm bout to show you ^!$$%s how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit

Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em
Faster than F-1 with light pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm

Cuz you ^!$$%s is slower than fat (*##$es with tabalism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism

Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the ceiling

Suffer real bad from television %#@!
Drop him off the roof of a building and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin

I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the %#@! that rappers give is subject matter less

Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
Shootin the same videos, it's embarassing
You's in the same formal as the ?havel head?

You's are the same actors and actresses, same %#@! different laxative
Face it ^!$$% you wack as %#@! I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, children in the daylight

That track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow

I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
Until you plaid 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes

And you get, corns on your toes
Til your teeth develop hollow coses
But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't even notice it
Mother$#&@er


[HOOK x4]