[Pre-hook]
(Canibus)
Canibus, Keith Murray
(Murray)
Keith Murray, Canibus
[Hook]
(Murray)
We take
(Sample)
1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9
(Keith Murray and Canibus)
Emcees
(Canibus)
They put 'em in a line
(Murray)
They hit 'em with the
(Sample)
1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2
(Canibus, while Murray raps in the background)
Til the meter says 9-9-9
[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
Ya'll try to hit 'em with the bada boom bada bing
Ya'll remain slaves
We remain kings
Fall back haters let us do the damn thing
Damn, don't blame us, God gave us this hang
He made it bang bang
So we shot like bling bling from here to
Every dark cell in Sing-Sing
I've never been a hater, I'm a n***a-lover
I'll bite off the face of Dog the Bounty Hunter
I'm a mover and a shaker, you a born loser
Come through it though you win the Heimlich maneuver
Your chick she a Hoover
My dive begin scuba
I'm a DOG spelled backwards though, eat, oo, ganooba
Ah, patch it up like Slick Rick the Ruler
We got [ ] broadband with gooder computer
What the - hooter?! Blast off like a luger
My squad be "Disturbing Tha Peace" like Luda!
[Hook x 2]
1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9
(Canibus)
Emcees they put 'em in a line
(Murray)
They hit 'em with the
(Sample)
1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2
(Canibus, while Murray raps in the background)
Til the meter says 9-9-9
[Verse 2: Canibus]
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
One millennium later, I'm still a cannibal
Hands free answerable, memory expansible, sample you
Question you, answer you, dismantle you
To examine you in the flight path, a light craft
If my rhymes climb height too fast you might crash
Tried to get through ( ) you tape Benazir Bhutto
The a**a**in got too close
Search party found a body, no prints, just nobbies
Corpse smell like pastrami, anybody care to stop me?
The mic's out of tune, tell the sound engineer
'bada bing bada boom' sound check one two
You, what were you thinking? Who the f** cares about lyrics?
How can this even exist?
It's the smiley face attached to the paper next to the gun rack
Copenhagen did six sets of tracks
[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
*awaiting transcription*
[Verse 3: Canibus]
Cannibalise the kid spitting something that is fit for consumption
Some n***as hate it some n***as love it, the shot which make you stiffen your stomach
A thousand bars of running, you still tryna spit a hundred
Too stubborn to see the UnderGods coming
At Robert Lange Studio pressing bu*tons
Plugging microphones in and busting, Big Punisher never punches
I don't know how he does it, but he would be proud of it
Canibus, Keith Murray, UnderGods, we coming!