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[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