[Canibus]nCan-I-Bus, ripping them //nForty-four curriculum syllabus caliber killing them, nigga //nn[Canibus]nY’all niggas want to fuck with the illest, you can’t //nY’all niggas want to talk about lyrics, you can’t //nWatch me take it over the limit, ‘cause I gets busy as a motha fucker //nGive me a minute //nnY’all niggas want to fuck with the illest, you can’t //nY’all niggas want to talk about lyrics, you can’t //nWatch me take it over the limit, ‘cause I gets busy as a motha fucker //nJust give me a minute //nn[Canibus]nYo //nThis is cannibal rap, Canibus cancels your stats //nMy vandals in black’ll take a hammer to your mother fucking plaque //nA Mack eleven when I’m clapping a rap //nYou can’t battle that, your fans need to understand the facts //nYou ain’t even got the balls to rock on the track //nIf you do, then do the damn thing //nAnd call your man back //nI treat you like a lab-rat, and shove a cactus up your ass crack //nStop the bleeding with a Tampax //nIn fact, you’re so vain you probably think this rhyme is about you //nBut really, nigga, I’m doing better than without you //nLyrically, I’m a mouthful, throw blows too low to crouch too //nPick a mic up and joust you //nBrainstream in the cranium, lyrical arithmo mania //nThe creator of a greater sum //nUpdated lungs were created by the pyramid builders //nWith silvers injectors, equipped with K.N.N. filters //nTo keep out the filth and the dust, when I bust, you hush //nOr I just sh-sh-shit you and flush //nYou want Hip-Hop? Then yo, Canibus is a must //nGive a fuck if the shit flop, nigga, I still bust //nFor real, I don’t complain, I don’t explain //nBeen profane before I had a name in the game //nI spit a verse, delete out the curses //nReverse it, and verse it, write it out in cursive //nI don’t have to learn it, so if you want to teach, then teach //nBut don’t preach, if you got something to say, speak, but don’t reach //nYo, tell me what your problem is, why you mad at me? //nWhat’s the big tragedy? Why you want to battle me? //nYou the one with all the dough up in all the magazines //nEvery time I look, your ugly ass is on the screen //nSo what’s the fascination with me? //nRhymes aside, I’m a small fry, waiting for a little mic time //nYo, all I do is write rhymes //nIf a nigga, disrespect my mic, he disrespecting my pride //nI beat you and beat you, ‘till I defeat you //nIf you beat me, then I’ll regroup //n‘Till the beef is on the meat-hook //n‘Till the gas bleed from the juke //nAnd rap music is read in my book //nCurriculum carpet bombing leave the street shook //nIf you want to get at Canibus, nigga, get in line //nThe best rapper in the world reserves the right to decline //nn[Canibus]nY’all niggas want to fuck with the illest, you can’t //nY’all niggas want to talk about lyrics, you can’t //nWatch me take it over the limit, ‘cause I gets busy as a motha fucker //nJust give me a minute //nnY’all niggas want to fuck with the illest, you can’t //nY’all niggas want to talk about lyrics, you can’t //nWatch me take it over the limit, ‘cause I gets busy as a motha fucker //nJust give me a minute //nn[Canibus]nYeah, it’s the lyrical landmine //nGot you mother fuckers on stand by //nYo, Can-I-Bus? C.A.N.I.B.U.S. //nYou know I’m the best //nYeah, one time when we emcee //nMagazine clip never empty, motha fucker, don’t tempt me //nnThe Brainstream, blazing the green //