Canibus - Give It More lyrics

[Verse One] I got this beat from Riggs, yeah I got it from Riggs Cause in a minute I'ma be on top of the biz Try to act like you don't know who it is Around the globe there's kids that play the Canibus quotable quiz Its like if you ain't a mogul they don't know who you is But I'm a oldie in the biz with the vocals and libs Said so much crazy sh** on my last album my name shut Interpol down for two hours Now that's true power I create what I can't count to rhyme from my anger management counselor Just listen to the fives and blend in with the signal you getting Can you hear me now? Answer the question You wanna talk about sick poems? I spit stones Leave you split holmes, tied knots with your rib bones Quick blows break off your limp wrist bones Make you scream melodies in twelve different ringtones I can speak Chinese, ching chong get off the ding dong Knock your a** over the tables like little ping pongs You got balls? Bring 'em on I smash 'em with a spiked bat like Raekwon with Cuban Linx on Blink and you gone, let off more shells than shrimp farms Spit raw, your face look like you smelling stink bombs You ain't dreamin n***a, pinch your arm Canibus be spittin' bars that can dislodge Kanye's jaws [Hook x2] What you lookin' for? We hookin' off Punchlines on the song through the hook and all You actin' like you think you too good to fall You spit with a gla** jaw, get up give it more [Verse Two] If I was focused I could crush you Cause you sayin you focused, then how come I can still touch you? I bust you, then spit some young buck sh** at you cause I still got the heart to go bust me a head or two My little arms carry big arms, to tickle the clip finger Keep the sig warm when I bring harm I have a n***a screamin' for his mama Your body armor don't protect you from your karma Come along with me, let me see what you got Battle you on the spot, show you how nice you not I'm the champ like Ali, you just a close copy When people see you, they don't know that its not me I flow 'cause I got to This sh** sound hot 'cause its not you You tried to catch me, but I got you I got a mind that spins like belt drives And when I seen hip hop die I felt cries But I got an idea to bring it back to life Bring me back to the mic, make sure you package it right I'll go all out, pour my heart out, mix it around Put my voice to these beats, let it mix with the sound [Hook x2]