I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh
I'm tellin' you — put your money on me, then triple your bet
‘Cause I won't be satisfied 'til I'm set
'Til I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect
Rhymin' is the nine-to-five that I manipulate best
Eight hours of writin' and memorizin' a manuscript
Called "The Biography of Canibus"
Subtitled "The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit"
How to tongue-twist, how to enunciate certain shit
How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit
Y'all n***as ain't listеn to Bis, I kill ‘em with shit
I'm wicked with this, I should be sеllin' tickets to this
Paparazzi should probably be takin' pictures of this
My fans in the street with signs tryna picket for this
Sayin', "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"
My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less
I can go four quarters or nine innings for this
Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this
Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this
The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement
My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station
Sneak-attack rappers, grab 'em and slash 'em
Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors
Hunt 'em like Jurassic Park actors
But spared Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one
Action-packed like Shaft, the black assassin
Blastin' the .753 backwards Magnum
Follow me down the road to Damascus
Do not follow these madmen, poppin' ecstasy pills like aspirin
INI come fe manifest the Most High
Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can't die
N***as wanna lock the Chronicles of Canibus away forever
And put my book of rhymes through a shredder, never!
I'm way too clever the way I maneuver
Beat your ass like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua
In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers, your career's ruined
Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha
Bring it to ya, prove you a loser
Beyond the length of this rhyme, you have no future!
Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars
In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowin' through 'em
I'ma reprogram everythin' that you're doin'
Hypnotize the audience you perform in front of to start booin'
You stupid, you and your whole crew are extremely foolish
I can't cipher with you, ‘cause your breath is too putrid
Put your mic down and step away from it!
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth and don't say nothin'!
You have the right to remain silent
Sentenced to life on Rikers Island for terrible freestylin'