[Intro: Canibus] It's no other than It's no other than No other than Canibus on the microphone It's no other than (Canibus) No other than Canibus on the mic This got to be the biggest track I ever touched in my life Like the club can't breathe ‘cause I'm clutching too tight You ‘bout to see a live Canibus eruption tonight Thugs in black, bitches in white I've got the olive green marine fatigues off for sensitive like Took my time with the rhyme to build, I'm alive and well Got that seven figure dollar smell Take a chance baby, not Chanel She come check me at the telly in a mini with the longest L As soon as she got there, the block got cleared The bitch volunteered brains, and she didn't stop there Hot and fierce, she was not prepared Pounding her upside-down from the top of the stairs ‘Til the pressure started popping her ears She thought it would last forever but I told her I was dropping this year [Chorus] (Canibus) I can't stay long, I'm on my way to the bank But while I'm here I'd like to thank Canibus supporters, they knew the time Ask them, "Whose the nigga with the dopest rhymes?" Yo, bring it back one more time And ask them, "Whose the nigga with the dopest rhymes?" I bus' lines like public transportation The rhymes always on time when I say shit I'll give you vertigo, murder the flow My voice travel like that smell when they burning the ‘dro On the tour bus they searching the coach In the airport they searching my coat, they say they searching for dope 'Legal Drug Money' stickers on the back of my bag The only artefact from my past that I still have I'm a brand new man, with a brand new plan Talking to bitches nude-tanning in the Cancun sands [Chorus] (Canibus) I play the nine, you play the target You all know my name so I guess I'll just start this I'm so swift and that's a natural fact I'm like Rip, I'll mark a ‘C' on your back Yo, follow me into a solo, to get the flow That you can picture like a photo They say I'm shallow, I never learned to swim But they mention my name ‘cause I got the urge to win Tell me who's your weed man, how you smoke so good? You're a superstar baby, why you still in the hood? Damn, I hate to brag but you know I'm good If a mic was a gun I'd be Bis Eastwood Bandaging emcees, oxygen they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve wear boxers so my dick can breathe Hip Hop is my drug I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, one love