[Intro: Canibus]
It's no other than
It's no other than
No other than Canibus on the microphone
It's no other than
(Canibus)
No other than Canibus on the mic
This got to be the biggest track I ever touched in my life
Like the club can't breathe ‘cause I'm clutching too tight
You ‘bout to see a live Canibus eruption tonight
Thugs in black, b**hes in white
I've got the olive green marine fatigues off for sensitive like
Took my time with the rhyme to build, I'm alive and well
Got that seven figure dollar smell
Take a chance baby, not Chanel
She come check me at the telly in a mini with the longest L
As soon as she got there, the block got cleared
The b**h volunteered brains, and she didn't stop there
Hot and fierce, she was not prepared
Pounding her upside-down from the top of the stairs
‘Til the pressure started popping her ears
She thought it would last forever but I told her I was dropping this year
[Chorus]
(Canibus)
I can't stay long, I'm on my way to the bank
But while I'm here I'd like to thank
Canibus supporters, they knew the time
Ask them, "Whose the n***a with the dopest rhymes?"
Yo, bring it back one more time
And ask them, "Whose the n***a with the dopest rhymes?"
I bus' lines like public transportation
The rhymes always on time when I say sh**
I'll give you vertigo, murder the flow
My voice travel like that smell when they burning the ‘dro
On the tour bus they searching the coach
In the airport they searching my coat, they say they searching for dope
'Legal Drug Money' stickers on the back of my bag
The only artefact from my past that I still have
I'm a brand new man, with a brand new plan
Talking to b**hes nude-tanning in the Cancun sands
[Chorus]
(Canibus)
I play the nine, you play the target
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start this
I'm so swift and that's a natural fact
I'm like Rip, I'll mark a ‘C' on your back
Yo, follow me into a solo, to get the flow
That you can picture like a photo
They say I'm shallow, I never learned to swim
But they mention my name ‘cause I got the urge to win
Tell me who's your weed man, how you smoke so good?
You're a superstar baby, why you still in the hood?
Damn, I hate to brag but you know I'm good
If a mic was a gun I'd be Bis Eastwood
Bandaging emcees, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Hip Hop is my drug
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, one love