[Verse: Canibus]
If I'm hawking you like a bird, it ain't because I respect you god
Its because im trying to find a perfect place for me to shit on
N***as hear about me and discreetly set up a date to me
To see if they can defeat me
So I ain't ready to let no motherfucker eat me
That's why you find little pieces of MCs in my feces weekly
You can't beat me you can't control+alt+delete me
N***a you can't even shine on a song that features me
Slippery saliva keeps my delivery tighter
Enabling me to outmaneuver Russian MIG Fighters
Launching missiles on whack rap artists like they was targets
For coming to broader markets with that garbage
From downtown Newark to South Orange, n***as is paying homage
I'll battle you for anything you own worth pawning
Rap that snap at your ass-crack like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as
You gay ass fag, I'll blow you to ashes with my tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
From the 'How Can I Be Down?' conference to the Gavin
Wack emcees get slapped in their faces for rapping
For absolutely no Rhyme or Reason I start beefing
Spitting words that's faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking
Keys for me to make examples out of someone you respect
And that will discourage you from tryna test
Whoever ain't nice enough to rhyme with me
Should surrender their soul and combine with me or die violently
I'm tryna be a millionaire before the year's up
I'm hungry like a dog with his ears up
This little n***a with heart from north Newark
The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of dark
With the jaws of a great white shark, I'll rip you apart
My state of the art lyrically lasers razor sharp
Splatter the brain matter of my enemies
With the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy
In the back of the cranial cavity
Which is actually what happens to any motherfucker for tryna battle me
90 minutes of heat, 90 minutes of lyrics and beats
90 minutes and these Brick City streets
Mad Ball and Tab-1 keeping it tight
Canibus for '97 and I'm out like Blue Trice