Canibus - Boxcutta' Bladerunna' lyrics

(18 second car chase intro to start) (Canibus) Record industries most wanted: Rip the Jacker Wanted for the '98 slayings of several rappers One of which went on to be a successful actor Here's the reenactment: He called me at my man's crib The phone probably rang two times then I answered He sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me He told me that DEF JAM wanted to ban me And told me Tracy Waples wanted to bang me Damn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me Canibus hates the media and the magazines They add so much credibility to elaborate schemes Internet chat rooms with live feeds Of a rapper being eaten alive by live bees Sound barriers like the Lockheed Even with knock knees I run across rough terrain at mach speed That's a rhyme from like 9-3 As vivid in the mind as pictures with six hundred DPI's to a sheet If I'm high when I speak the knowledge is deep Solid as concrete, this is real Hip-Hop for the streets I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous They served me court papers in the studio I did this in Missing from society because they lied to me They didn't want to accept my doctrine of society I studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams In various Ivy leagues, they respect my esteem What do you want me to rap about? Go ahead try a theme Give me a person, place or thing, I'll create the time and scene Somewhere in Afghanistan USA survival teams Keep an eye on their surroundings in the jihad regime A total riot scene Back and forth they encrypt fiber-optic beams On my album out next spring You mother f**ing right n***a, I'm about that cream I promised myself I wouldn't shoot it without that scene It doesn't look right like Cash Money without that bling Siblings, I mean, we all got the same last name Germaine Williams that's my name Say it again, Germaine Williams, damn I think he goes by the name of the Canibus-man And occasionally Rip the Jacker but never Stan Get it through your head and don't ask me again 'Box Cutta' Blade Runna' n***a rap 'til you sweat Have you ever read the book called, "The Catcher in the Rye"? It so happens I'm looking for a copy I could buy Canibus is coming for y'all 'Round the Outside, Round the Outside, Round the Outside' A lot of y'all shine but y'all can't rhyme And it's about time that I put y'all in line Twist your mind with twisted rhymes As weird as Michael Jackson's nose from the side Flows that abide, quite bold for the times No need to hide, your friends are a**ociates of mine Don't be a stranger, come over some time I got coke if you do lines, you'll get a Rover to drive If you hear the engine knocking just pull over to the side I guess it hasn't been serviced in all this time Halloween, True Hollywood Stories release date We should have a 'Who Wants to Battle Canibus' sweepstakes And limit it to three states, New York City home of the greats Philly and out west, piece of cake Old school rappers I wouldn't be around without Ain't got sh** to say but keep putting albums out Don't let what I said get you upset 'Box Cutta' Blade Runna' n***a, rap 'til you sweat! //