[Verse 3: Canibus]
Yeah, I'm the ghost-rider with a face like a coalminer
On tracks, I'm more hyper than the Seoul tiger
I pick the beat up on my back, my knee's crack
Motherfucker, I'm the sickest emcee to rap
I spit over boom-bap 'til tooth crack
Get a tooth-cap, for this new jack, a deuce, deuce, (tooth-cap)
Styling, Cloak N Dagga enter with violence
Savage, and silent, the world is an island
Tectonic plates gyrate, you trapped behind gate
With a 5'8" primate
I elevate, that's why I sell what I make
My eyes chase light waves through time and space
Back on some mixtape shit, it's my fate
Y'all motherfuckers never gon' see my face
Get me on camera, erase time of dates
Inside the rhyme of space, the line is trace
What the fuck can be inside a diamond case
Besides the image of a baby coalminer's face?