[Verse: Canibus] Who writes the song? I write the song Rhymes accelerate through the cyclotron at nine microns Turn the mic on, regurgitate the windpipe bomb The opposite of a black lung is a white one Can I bust in ya face? Shrapnel free concussion grenades Mammalian diving reflexes undulating under the waves Got something to say? Come to the cave , stick ya head in I bring a new meaning to the phrase 'dead end' A totally tumultuous tragedy
You battle me, I perform rhinoplasty with surgical savagery Wield the axe with more gravity than Aga**i Crack ya teeth till your mouth sound like a tambourine You think I'm overrated? I'm nauseated I'm the living creation of the equation Minkowski formulated with an automated overbite Quick as a Carnard Wing Shinden Prototype When I'm holdin' the mic, n***a, who write the song? I write the song, motherf**er