[Verse]
Yeah, ayo, listen to the horns play, I get busy all day
I don't give a fuck what they wanna say
This is me turning it up, this is me burning it up
You, observing the MC Bus
Just a coach on the sidelines tryna bide time
Watching the game being played out through my eyes
I know it's painful how they degrade you, but I praise you
This is the soundtrack that we will train to
This is not a call to arms
I did that 10 years ago, these are called keep alert bars
Don't talk, just work your jaws
Don't walk, just work the war, that's a personal flaw
Murdered bar after bar since 1974
When I was born with a mic on my arm
Awesome, six minutes Canibus you on
Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat god, next bar
I do this to atone, I do this to atone for my sins
But I am punished for the tone of my skin
Bring it down about 14.5db
Maybe then you might see what I mean
Out in Berkley they not too thirsty
They don't like veterans neither, but they can't hurt me
Bring it down about 14.5db
Maybe then you might see what I mean
Ayo, hip-hop provost, who said the word hip-hop the most?
Which one of yous think you a poet?
Perfect 'cause you practice that classic scholastic Canibus Man shit
The current catalogue and past tense
I do this to atone, we all must atone for our sins
But I am punished for the tone of my skin
The C of Tranquility - the C means light
The light means space, my DNA strain is my base
Don't know who I am, can't remember who I was
I pump blood through the veins of hip-hop for street buzz
A constitution written in collusion with limited distribution
Since I was recruited I've been making music