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Yo, yo, if I had as many bars in gold
As I had in when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the
wanna know is Canibus gold?

That's a stupid ass question motherfucker, is Canada
Bout a thousand degrees lower liquid nitro is
Five degrees hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and mics

Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your neck with a
Rip through, everything from tissues to blood
My Ninjitsu, kill you with the art of
I zig zag, zig a kid

With G-forces enough to crush your ribs
Like pilots that fly MIG
Comin' to you pigs
Give a fuck who you is, nigga, in ya biz

From the point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the shit, spray paintin' my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor
Fuck forbidden fruit I was eating pussy in

you got niggaz that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch actin' like y'all tuff for?
stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, confront y'all
On we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel tour
(Fuck y'all)

Now I said it once and say it a thousand times
I got of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind
You wanna a piece of Fine, we can take it outside
Otherwise you're wastin' your time, cause shine

For the one triple 9, niggaz gamblin' they eyes
Goin' blind, tryin' to keep up with these lines
The type of nigga you can't flow behind without a dope
You fuck around and get clotheslined 'til you

We can rhyme and square or fair in the sphere
Anyplace, anywhere, you niggaz don't a prayer
'Cause is near, faggot niggaz is scared
They stand and stare as I appear a cushion of air
With a long white flamin', hot enough to sunburn Satan

than white people takin' vacation
Out in out in the sun bathin', sun bakin' in gamma ray radiation
they skin color look cajun, motherfuckers start agin' to the point
Where they faces shrivel up like raisins and they become patients

you got niggaz that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch actin' like y'all tuff for?
We'll stuff y'all, y'all, confront y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and
Enough damage to cancel tour
(Fuck y'all)

Yo, yo, yo, I manipulate the
Power to hold my breath for an hour
Continuously breathin' outward, you ain't an MC you a
I make wack rappers control of they bladders

And piss in they trousers, pink pussy niggaz play dead
While my waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shit
molecules get transformed to vapors
My lyrics turn the Pacific a dry lake bed

Electromagnetic cassettes melt decks
Niggaz in space, tryin' to hold it down
But can't cause they weightless
Amateur swordsmen gets stabbed through they mask
Trying to escape

A world where the whole globe contract Ebola
From drinkin' spring water darker than
Human AIDS, computers with Y2K
I rock rhymes counter until doomsday

Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all