Can-I-Bus, known and respected for his own method
The U.F.O. records was just the beginning
My muscles are repairin', I’m losin' my hearin'
My spirit still too close for you to come near it
My legacy ends
Again and again and again and again
And 100 more of them
Who wanna contend? You need a 100 more men
My speech starts the planet, multiples of ten
I gain solace every rhyme I deposit
The V.A. gave me supposed combat chronic
Soldier gonna be back on response recovery
Who beat the blood out the beat, wasn’t me
A new man emerged, badly burned
I just put the track back on the Bradley sir
Presto, zuto, tropical storm Ernesto
As told by Admiral West on Dead Zone
Out in Florida, low key
Nah homie, this water fountain right here for aliens only
The commando dosey doe in his ranch home
The boarder sun rise in the valley of the moon
I howl like I mean it
I had me a Bodega priestess behind the rose wall, secrets
21 bars, Necronomicon Laws
I can't do a tour I'm a danger to you all
23 bars, Necronomicon Laws
I can't do a tour I'm a danger to you all
"You're a slave to my sound waves"