Canibus - Lean Back Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Canibus] Yeah! New York City You are now rocking with the best to bust And I'ma test this once (yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go, let's go [Canibus] Aiyo I'm so updated n***az get frustrated I'm the best that you ever heard, n***a f** your favourite f** a public statement, I'ma say it right here It's quite clear, I'm the nicest anywhere You paranoid, what's the reason for that? Scared in the barbershop chair, with heat in your lap I drag you out in the desert, freeze you in fact Pulp trees run out of paper, roll leaf with the map It's like that, give me dap, Cani-Beezy is back I'ma take 40 million this season in rap Take small change as long as I can afford range When I'm flying overseas, I can't take no small planes If the course change, I'll be in the co*kpit With the glock co*ked, looking at the pilot all strange Jason Germaine, born Williams is a false name U.S. military trained, remember one thing I remember was no other soldier like me My M-4 carbine bang nightly Hand combat Tai Chi, fight me I'm Sagittarius, so I don't like Pisces Effect you with the mic disease, try to breathe Airborne spores reach overseas with light breeze Out in Waikiki with ki's and G's On a hammock with my trees like, what you need? Got shorties in tight jeans over there, this is what life means She s** me off, then she take me sightseeing Spending per diem with a real nicely tanned Korean She and her friend, they drive a little BM Picked me up at 10PM, took me to the VM Cause I was already kinda leaning off the Seagram's I'm feeling weak, blame it on the herb rush Yo that's Kay Slay banging Lloyd Banks? Turn it up I got a track after this one, I burnt it up Big Shaq, Money Mark, Canibus, you heard of us I give you rhyme surplus, words deluxe Manufactured the 'Bus, just observe me once I'm the bright light before you, the first of one Kay Slay brought me back 'cause they worshipped son The cursed one, my hip-hop heartbeat thump Who that punk talking junk, I'll punch the chump Badunkadunk, like Lil' Jon on crunk Have wonton for lunch with Brazilian fudge Toss a rock my way, and I'll probably throw a million slugs Be at your door with a million thugs!