(Canibus) Rock them the top of the head, millions of people fall victim to bloodshed I leave more dead, than a nuclear warhead We'll all be k**ed, if I turn it up full tilt God knows I got this rap sh**, sowed like a quilt You probably wondering if I'm versatile, no question My styles adapt like luxury car suspension Kick the type of sh**, that will blow a microphone to bits If it's close enough to kiss, I'll walk away with chap lips I slap in clips, and get down, to the sounds of rounds Hitting n***as, and n***as hitting the ground Copperfield n***as disappear like magic As soon as I pull the semi-automatic out the jacket I got you illing, like King-Kong was climbing your building Movie directors recording me screaming, "Keep filming!" They love to see me rock mics, 'cause I rock it right Curious people pause, like cars at stoplights 'Cause it's banging in a way you wouldn't believe Just to rate my tape, you gotta combine five Source Magazines That's twenty-five mics total I got average n***as with four mics saying that I'm immortal Fatal as carbon-monoxide, I gunshot you at your backside From a bullet traveling Mach Nine //