(Canibus)
I got a letter from Head Trauma the other day
I jumped in the Phantom, I'm on my way
I had a long day, can't wait to see my fiancé
Get some carrot cake and Parrot Bay
Believe what you want, I'll f** you up
On the microphone they don't call me ‘Bus for nothing
Listen, my syllable shredder don't let up
Cerebellum over-developed, Canibus, shut up
Head Trauma Unit division, cobra venom
Soldiers in denim with Mayweather momentum
Part Comanche, moderate land-speed
Here I am again in the same damn jeans
Without making a sound we reappear in a white cloud
I float down in a white shroud
Present me the map, give me the facts
Then prepare your lyricists for imminent attack
Feast tonight for tomorrow we fight
You can X-ray my hand and see me holding a mic
Colder than ice, frozen twice in a comet tail glowing so bright
Smoke dope when I write they know what I'm like
The black Charles Bronston on Mount Charleston
With a very large lens looking at ya'll again
All because I got a letter from Head Trauma, man