Job interview, recession reaches a new pinnacle
My stimulus package is lyrical
Canibus spit a few, one, two, one, two
One, one, one, one, one, two, one, two
Yo, Shaquille O'Neill got a piece of steel
With the drum magazine that looked like a truck wheel
He said, "Go 'head Bis, I'ma hold them off"
I said, "I stay with you Boss" and got back on my horse
It's about to get dark, could be a little while before the clouds part
So just do what I tell you when I talk
Change how you see the world, look at yourself in it
How much can you matter if you are not infinite?
For every lyric I spit, there's a hater in the midst
Do it with fists, Kevlar grips, triggers and sh**
They wheel me in the booth, unstrap me
I vocal the truth, f** up Take One, but ace Take Two
Can you relate to this my dude? I'm the best and I'm not being rude
Even if I'm by myself in my room
I work with you, you don't have to sell no units
This is Hip Hop brother, we can all do this
Think up something, no not that
I meant something easier than real rap, like tryna' stop meteor impacts
I got rhymes, so many you may as well not have any
The world might as well be ending, the earthquakes are trembling
The respect is condescending, I reject you stop resenting
Non violent venting, what exactly are you recommending?
Heavy Mental rap sh** strategies, tactics
Vernacular gymnastics, line up for your SpitBoss patches
Not you 'cause lyrically you got your a** kicked
Come back when you got rap mastered
You more practice