[Verse 1: Canibus]
JYNXT is the name, but you can call me Prince Germaine
Watch me change, through my fits of rage
When the Tourette Syndrome phases, engaged
I attract the gaze of a million eyes transfixed on stage
Good things come to those who wait, ‘bullshit,’ I say
Better things come to those who chase
Concentrate, get your mind right
The quantum leap of faith into the blind light
Ey yo, listen to this
I spit it, I spurt it, I bake it, I burned it, I take it, I earn it
I leave your brain naked and nervous
Cussing and cursing, I slither when I’m swerving like a Chinese serpent
Your muscles are hurting, the poison is working
Get them JYNXT

[Verse 2: Canibus]
I hear the voices, but the vision is missing
Telling me to find a face to put my fist in, but I won’t listen
My life’s like the Passion of Christ
They give me lashings in the middle of town square, just for grabbing the mic
A rare species of E.M.C.E.E
When I open my mouth, the breeze makes my teeth lean
Muscles expand, rip through jeans
People scream, “God damn, I knew Canibus was supreme”
Give me the mic, I’ll show you what I mean
Lay my hand on the middle of your forehead to show you what I seen
You never seen the best before
You never seen the great CaniMussolini in the flesh before
Over the phone, they ask me, “Where are you?”
“I’m in my summer house, drinking sparkling water
Finishing my novel,” this one’s about a family in Kabul
That was killed when a shell from the sky had bombed the school
Waiting for the book to go to print soon
Got my man Nottz from V.A. sending me tracks to spit to
I hear voices, I hear voices