Canibus - 702-386-5397 lyrics

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Canibus - 702-386-5397 lyrics

[Intro] Yea, yea Can-I-Bus, Mic Club (Nothin' to prove it's all love) [Canibus:] I bust through like Sputnik 2 This is man's best friend, whoopty-woo The flag is black, red, and blue True shoot from the hoopty Dogs jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless nights Firefights inspire my life, why do I write? Twenty-year Hip-Hop vet, they perceive me as a threat They manifest beads of sweat Examine the blood trail Squeeze trigger puss drips out of the thumbnails I smell like gun shells Polonium, pandemonium with a dose of unknownium The Soviet Hugo Rodier Fourth generation roper report Everything I was taught bore resemblance to my thoughts The truth and design of the Guggenheim rhyme Where every line is weaponized then applied Mob sh**, talk it acquisition is sick I don't miss when I twist the 556 Stand there with arms folded Firearms make me look large and bloated ("I'ma gonna have to project my voice") Equipment check, church bells time ("Some of this stuff might get intense") One more time - Just k** 'em 'Bus Ain't nobody around to witness nothin' Heavens devil strangle Hell's Angel with a mic cable Then J Wells came through [Sample from Nas @ the L.A. Listening Party on December 14th, 2006:] "Yo, the n***az that use to have a n***a a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them n***az use to have me like If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!" "Yo, the n***az that use to have a n***a a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them n***az use to have me like If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!" [Canibus:] Yea, yo I support a secure change of custody Don't trust the beat, trust me Canibus the emcee Without movin' my neck I turn to the left Yes I am the best you'll learn to respect 'Til your d**h, Hip-Hop is the body, you are the chest I am the vest, we are sworn to protect This behavioural bomb rewritable radio songs "What station is your radio on?" My trainin' is worth millions Imam d**h squad rush the building From the frontline with Prince William I am Prince William's exercise cover and concealment Prohibit the media from filming Never in the moment, always thinkin' of the Omen I pause soldiers, nobody told them Inoculate; I postulate not your weight Drop to your face, the active component will not break My Omanium friend tried to pay me in Yen I threw the money in his face and said "Pay me again" You wanna talk to the kid? Enter this ten digit grid I'll explain to you what I did "702-386-5397", call, leave a message Y'all n***az can't rap, so why you wanna go and do that? You move the crowd, I move the map The defying mad Lion, triumph over the rulers of Zion f** your "Blood Diamonds", I'd rather laugh dyin' Miners in the mine shaft cryin' "Apocalypto" from GITMO, I'll clash with the last Mayans The Sun stone science, the black, red and blue alliance Jump through the fire, you'd be a fool to try it The fire suit don't fit, NO sh*t! My Saratoga suit got a customized grip With a batwing released for both wrist and both feet Blazing high, but I don't feel no heat Hip-Hop's master chief, "Here, have a seat" In the mic booth where I hang slab the meat Before, during, or after debrief I'll crack your teeth, don't talk unless if asked to speak The Rift Valley Fever symptoms could last for weeks We call a hell in a cell, watch the ba*tard tweak Reach 80° degrees North, 14° degrees East Beneath the ice sheet lies the Spitzberg Beast Transmission distorted, injuries reported Mission aborted, follow your orders, move forward BRAVO! I fell in love with you Suzanne Malveaux On the down-low, know you know She talked to the Canibus man Code name: "Javelin Fangz" With "Nothing to Prove" to the rap fans Could've elaborate further but suffice to say "God damn that emcee made my day" He's a butcher, a baker, a vapour box maker from Jamaica Still talkin' trash to the haters I'll clash with the graders, this is major manual labour Beta test the data with blue lasers Canibus wavin' Alice, it's "Nothing to Lose" in Los Angeles Suing Hip-Hop for the damages G-4's, 10.4's, still conscious but not for long Missile lock-on; stop the song