Verse 1: Canibus
Yo yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin
With irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin
If you John Blaze or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation I'm Jermaine Propaine
No pain, no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change
Or get washed away like tears in the rain
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
When you in the streets and you drivin in your v
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school old school
Everybody gots to pack a mack
Verse 2: Canibus
Yo
If you wanna know how I kick a flow
When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know
It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical miracle
And I'ma blackout in a minute two
Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what
I'm finna to get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug
The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack
With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax
In fact nigga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me wylin like Beanie on the speakers
"Sim simma" who got the fire for my reefer?
You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
Old school old school
You locked up and she need some dick
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride
Verse 3: Canibus
Yo physically I move at a velocity
That'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumaji
Illa than what you seen in the cinema
A 5'8" nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
Double the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
?Fog on the street corn frontin like I'm heated?
?From my cup of tea but don't give them the rest?
Mothafuckin ?fags?
And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow
old school old school
And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow
old school old school
Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials
Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the east just ride
Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the west just ride
East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride
Yo yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin
With irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin
If you John Blaze or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation I'm Jermaine Propaine
No pain, no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change
Or get washed away like tears in the rain
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
When you in the streets and you drivin in your v
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school old school
Everybody gots to pack a mack
Verse 2: Canibus
Yo
If you wanna know how I kick a flow
When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know
It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical miracle
And I'ma blackout in a minute two
Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what
I'm finna to get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug
The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack
With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax
In fact nigga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me wylin like Beanie on the speakers
"Sim simma" who got the fire for my reefer?
You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
Old school old school
You locked up and she need some dick
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride
Verse 3: Canibus
Yo physically I move at a velocity
That'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumaji
Illa than what you seen in the cinema
A 5'8" nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
Double the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
?Fog on the street corn frontin like I'm heated?
?From my cup of tea but don't give them the rest?
Mothafuckin ?fags?
And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow
old school old school
And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow
old school old school
Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials
Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the east just ride
Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the west just ride
East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride
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