Yo, I be the indestructible thug,
the type to draw first blood wit eight-ounce gloves,
If you want it, you can get it, so when you can`t disarm it don`t sweat it,
The bomb`ll blow if you tamper wit it,
I`m analytic, so run for cover when I kick it,
Lyrics`ll fly like a bullet when the hammer hit it,
While you niggaz is babblin, my lyrics is travellin,
like a javelin, to stab you in the abdomen.
Acronyms and nouns, ??? and adjectives, you can`t fuck wit tha Canibus
You catch damages beyond repair,
my lyrics fly through the boot window to strike the engineer
I can maintain thresholds of pain,
and walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I re-arrange your ribcage like a twelve-gauge at close range,
change the position of your brain
Hard raps penetrate through your hard-hats and all that, kid,
get`cha wig pilled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback,
runnin bull will hit you harder than running back,
stunning man with brave and cunning raps,
swiftly running laps around fourty-eight tracks.
Like uncut crack, fiends keep coming back,
headz is flippin like acrobats on gym mats,
from wax to analogue tapes to digital DATS,
it`s critical black, the Canibus is ill like that