[Verse: Canibus]
I'll cut through your epidermal layers with verbal lasers
Sharper then razors on the feet of Olympic ice skaters
Carving figure 8's in the pavement
Judges will smile with amazement till their facial muscles start aching
The most dedicated Hip-Hop lyrical patron
Busting on Hot 97's frequency modulation
Make sure your Monday Night Mixtapes is taping
Clueminati controls the airwaves like Freemasons
Thought I couldn't freestyle, you must be freebasing
After this album, tell Universal I'm a free agent
I might move to Japan and marry me an Asian
Or move back to Jamaica and start DJ'ing
Prendominum 1, Prеndominum 2, Prendominum 3
Or I might just stay in New York and murder MCs
I intеrtwine with rhymes like
Two girls living together having their menstrual cycles at the same time
Like I'll kick a rhyme that'll melt the Earth
Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse
Sipping on sizzurp, tryna stay alert, belch and burp
I know I'm the illest, I don't know if it helps or hurts
Nobody can copy me, I got a doctors degree in botany
That's why I can grow my marijuana properly
Listen to my voice New York, listen deeply
You are getting sleepy
On July 18th, you're gonna get up
Go to the record store and you're gonna buy 2000 B.C
Listen to my voice, please listen deeply
You are getting sleepy
On July 18th, you're gonna get up
Go to the record store and you're gonna buy 2000 B.C
I breathe in real deep through the nostrils
Charge my lungs like a CO2 cartridge
Soon as the air is released the rhyme launches
Hit you like the Shoemaker-Levy 9 Comet, what?
Can-I-Bus will bust your ass
Strike a match against your moustache, light my spliff and laugh
Take two totes and pass
Wait till my lyrics reach critical mass then whip the GOATS ass
I speak with the silence syntax of insects
Humaneers are in-equipped to hear my E.L.F
Extremely Low Frequencies that frequently flow
Type my rhymes out in Morse code with pinky toes
Bury your body underneath stones where algae grows
Underneath oak trees guarded by 13 flows
Can-I-Bus will bust a flow, bust my load
Bust all over your radio, I'll bust down your throat
I'll bust like Busta Bus be busting for Flipmode
And keep busting till you can't see 'cause of the gun smoke
Like inactive volcanoes, mad 'cause they ain't blow
Searching for that pot of gold under the rainbow
Or searching for that big pot of platinum
Down at the bottom of the North Atlantic with the Titanic Captain
I been rapping since rap happened
My passion goes way beyond drinking Dom P out of crystal glasses
Yo, yo, check it, yo, yo, yo , yo , yo
So everyday from Sunday, Monday through Friday
We can battle in 5 o'clock traffic on West Side Highway
If they can see it live, why pay?
I'll slay you in broad day, so stop being cocky and try me
I'll be downstairs in Hot 97's lobby
In about 5 minutes if you think you can out rhyme me
To the Ghetto Supastar that plays the guitar
That got lucky off Salaam Remi's track Fu-Gee-La
Trust me n***a, every dog has his day
I'll chop off your dreds and auction them on eBay
So yo, forget the he say, she say
Rumours are cliché, I'm just here to talk about my release date
July 18th, I got to be honest
12 o'clock in the morning you should be standing in line for it
2000 B.C. coming out tomorrow
My album is ill, you can ask Clue and Duro
Ask anybody you see in the 5 Boroughs
Even n***as that bootleg said my shit is thorough
Listen it's not like I'm wack, it's not like I can't rap
It's not like I'm not black, so cop that
Believe that, you just witnessed the sickest MC rap
A hundred bars no feedback, peace black