[Introduction: Canibus] It's about that time You know me, I'm about that rhyme Canibus and Termanology Two of hip hop's top Gs Watch, B Canibus lyrically fit Termanology spit a million bars First 16 start like this [Verse 1: Canibus] A rack of bombs lay stacked on the floor Above the doors of the Bombay I can drop bombs all day Any city all states any place any muzzles they all ate My metaphors break jaws outta place 30 shots change courses, lock, reload What up PO? I throw bullets the size of burritos Prototype speedboats built by Lockheed on the East Coast Drag you by the feet with 30 feet of rope Gotta pay dues dude, put you on Youtube One million views and that moment you lose Against the freckle-faced elephant man With cold, clammy, gelatin hands Research and develop the plan Because now everybody hollerin' Hip hop ain't bringin' the dollars in Radio got no more tolerance Objection sustained Ya'll n***as can't f** with Germaine You can't verify the sh** that he claim Just a man in the matrix I stand by my statements Every time I run a program they ERASE it! The plot unfolds You hear the army snare drum roll The beat tolls cause you know I've got soul. Yo! I rap alone strap a microphone 'round my chest Like a saxophone fully automated battle phones Canibus and Termanology White hot speech black box beats You listenin' to hip hop's chief Termanology, what's the prophesy Show them how you got the right to rock wit me Boy you better fry that beat! [Verse 2: Terminology - TO BE TRANSCRIBED] Yo we the last of a dyin' breed