[Canibus]nIt’s no other than //nnIt’s no other than //nnNo other than Canibus on the microphone //nnIt’s no other than //nn[Canibus]nNo other than Canibus on the mic //nThis got to be the biggest track I’ve ever touched in my life //nLike the club can’t breathe ‘cause I’m clutching too tight //nYou ‘bout to see a live Canibus eruption tonight //nThugs in black, bitches in white //nI’ve got the olive green marine fatigues off, sensitive like //nTook my time with the rhyme to build, I’m alive and well //nGot that seven figure dollar smell //nTake a chance baby, not Chanel //nShe come check me at the telly in a mini with the longest L //nAs soon as she got there, the block got cleared //nThe bitch volunteered brains, and she didn’t stop there //nHot and fierce, she was not prepared //nPoundin’ her upside-down from the top of the stairs //n‘Til the pressure started popping her ears //nShe thought it would last forever but I told her I was dropping this year //nn[Canibus]nI can’t stay long, I’m on my way to the bank //nBut while I’m here I’d like to thank //nCanibus supporters, they knew the time //nAsk them, ‘Whose the nigga with the dopest rhymes? //nYo, bring it back one more time //nAnd ask them, ‘Whose the nigga with the dopest rhymes? //nI bus’ lines like public transportation //nThe rhymes always on time when I say shit //nI’ll give you vertigo, murder the flow //nMy voice travel like that smell when they burnin’ the ‘dro //nOn the tour bus they searching the coach //nIn the airport they searching my coat, they say they searching for dope //n'Legal Drug Money' stickers on the back of my bag //nThe only artifacts from my past that I still have //nI’m a brand new man, with a brand new plan //nTalking to bitches nude-tanning in the Cancun sands //nn[Canibus]nI play the nine, you play the target //nYou all know my name so I guess I’ll just start this //nI’m so swift and that’s a natural fact //nI’m like Rip, I’ll mark a ‘C’ on your back //nYo, follow me into a solo, to get the flow //nThat you can picture like a photo //nThey say I’m shallow, I never learned to swim //nBut they mention my name ‘cause I got the urge to win //nTell me who’s your weed man, how you smoke so good? //nYou’re a superstar baby, why you still in the hood? //nDamn, I hate to brag but you know I’m good //nIf a mic was a gun I’d be ‘Bis Eastwood //nBandaging emcees, oxygen they can’t breathe //nMad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe //nHip Hop is my drug //nI even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs //nOne love //