[Intro]
"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"
"Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
How many n***as in my career I've ran through"
"At a thousand degrees Celsius, I make MC's melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"
"Canibus is the type to fight for mics
Beatin' n***as to death and beatin' dead n***as to life"
"While you n***as is babblin'
My lyrics is travelin' like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen"
"The intellectual athlete accurately rappin' so rapidly
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"
"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked
Tryna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"
"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"
"Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs
And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme
Til' the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9"
Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
[Verse 1]
I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my jaws
From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
So I can start World War IV and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in The Source or Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop they tongue off with a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, they gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll leave they corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury em under the morgue
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit you, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of styles and I mastered em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bull charge and crash in the wall
[Interlude]
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"
"I'm the illest n***a alive, watch me prove it
I'll snatch ya crown with ya head still attached to it"
"I battle you for the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"
"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
In fatigues covered with leaves"
"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"
Conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimme the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"
"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"

[(Verse 2]
Canibus is what the hardcore n***as is waitin' on
Debatin' on, what the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippin's bout to get shared out
Wack n***as bout to get aired out
Faggot n***as get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a n***a's ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand mile warranty, metaphorically
I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for tryna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop n***as could corner me, torture me
Slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was tryna' blaze ADATS, and if a n***a said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
"Yeah, n***a" [smack] "What? Yeah n***a take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped quick fast
The Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but n***as don't understand
Canibus is unequivocally the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the 20th century
Trapped in a max security building
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brilliance