Canibus - Da Paycut lyrics

[Canibus] Yeah, Mic Club Aiyyo we got off to a cold start, let me warm sh** up You now listening to Can-I-Bus Yo why would you do that? Your view too black You must have smoked somethin I used to call pool hall crack Put a suit on you still look whack Somewhere givin orders from confined quarters, handcuffed to a f*g Played the street too much, shoulda been in the lab Now you sad, mad at who you was fussin with last Life's a b**h ain't it? Smile, it ain't nothin to laugh Rose hell at show'n'tell, brought a gun to your cla** Keep the herb on the dash cause I'm servin 'em fast Cla**ic lyrics for that a**, cause the purpose is cash Look I got a couple photos of you tryin to showboat Before my gunboat touch your throat, don't talk The microphone shark tear your bones apart Spread you over your background like bogus art Put the most in art, try to focus on the frozen dart Cold and dark as a cobra's heart I drink the absinthe raw, no chaser Madness follows me like investigators after Al'Qaeda The metaphor make a voice like Lord Vader If you love hip-hop, I am your saviour Rip your mixtape up and still take a paycut Me and you in the booth, who you think is gon' say somethin? 'Member ninety-eight when I rung those bells? I'm a chip off the old block like Uncle L f** a bootlace, I strap velcro up n***az had gun talk, so what? They still didn't show up f** around with 'Bus on the mic, they got no luck Other than that, I don't really know what