[Verse 2: Canibus]
Yo, I practice the Art of War like Bone Thugs
Like, "N***a what? I'm finna get gun and stick 'em up"
And crush a thug's bones wit a chrome slug
Leave you layin dead in ya own blood
Foaming at the mouth like soap suds
See what the fo-fo does?
You know what?
I'm 'bouta get mad as fuck
And blast you in da gut
You n***as ain't had enough?
I'm da scariest
Sagittarius
You've ever seen
Wit genetically dominant genes
A supreme being
I fiends to rock them
Til I'm top of the top ten
After 12 O'Clock I get worse than Rakim
Then I make ya whole crew sweat my music
'Cause I do get in ya ears like a Q-Tip
Too quick for you to refuse it, you're defenseless
Mental blows'll hit you in the dome like clenched fists
Competition is usually forced to forfeit
My telepathy bench-presses more than a forklift
Don't even step to me on some bullshit
N***a you betta off playing Russian Roulette wit a full clip
I'm knocking n***as out and knocking n***as off
Fa coming around the way with them Lugz that look like Clarks