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Yo, yo, if I had half as many 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 than nitro is
Five thousand hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and mics

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

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

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

What you got niggaz that's ready to
I'll you the phone 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 stage we break arms, legs, backs and
damage to cancel your tour
(Fuck y'all)

Now I said it once and I'll say it a thousand
I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable kind
You wanna a of mind? Fine, we can take it outside
Otherwise you're your time, cause I'ma shine

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

We can rhyme and square or fair in the sphere
Anyplace, anywhere, you niggaz have a prayer
'Cause doomsday is near, faggot is scared
They stand and stare as I appear upon a of air
With a long white beard flamin', hot enough to sunburn

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, I the metaphysical
Power to hold my for half 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 possum niggaz play dead
While my heat hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shit
molecules get transformed to vapors
My turn the Pacific into a dry lake bed

Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape
battle in space, tryin' to hold it down
But they can't cause they
Amateur swordsmen gets through they face mask
Trying to death

A world where the whole globe will Ebola
From drinkin' spring darker than Coca-Cola
Human with AIDS, computers Y2K
I rock rhymes counter clockwise until

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