[Canibus] Damn I’m in Nottingham, I can’t believe it I came from the West Indies on some emcee sh** I double step for clips a day I train green, black, maroon and blue berets I sell a dream to you, I sell the oxygen you breathe to you When I’m done I make a thief of you And I always share a piece of you ‘Cause the chances are by now you’re probably a meat lover too Prepare for the blitzkrieg blur of the Fuhrer Put my CD in your Walkman and watch it slowly stir Listen to my ‘Beast from the East’ verse If you wanna witness the world’s illest rapper at work Perhaps some of my earlier work, ‘Music Makes Me High’ Uni-4-Orm and a couple of Clue tapes going berserk One of the greatest rappers in the Universe Literally crush you lyrically, f** what you think of me [Hook] [Canibus] Call the city of Nottingham, tell them I’m dropping in Prepare the p**y and weed, for me as your offerings I have a Rip the Jacker conference Get the Queen to sponsor it and invite members of parliament Ring the states, talk to Bill Gates ‘Cause I’m obsessed with the Microsoft X-Box that microprocessed I’ll ask him if he’s heard a hundred bars yet Be psychotically complex climb on top secret documents Show him that I’m not impressed and I’m not a threat Tell him the album drops of October 25th Fifteen pounds or fifteen hundred pence ‘C’ True Hollywood Stories from Canibus Shows I’m booking them now, push me around get chucked in the mouth I’ll permanently f** up your smile I’m like a crook in your house or Foot and Mouth On the hunt for some cows, I shouldn’t be allowed to run around In your town running them up, hopping out a Canibus bus Fans bum rush me, am I stunning or what? Canibus and Joe Buhdha bunning it up Sixteen’s is not enough, you need a hundred and up Follow the Leader ’til you find Jesus Let’s take a moment of Silence for Aaliyah she was a diva One in a million I flow brilliant Bent spoons with my mind before but I never filmed it You fronting if you never heard me spit ill sh** You lying if you said I never k**ed it You build with wigs and stick, I build with bricks Opened the seventh seal after I revealed the sixth Steel the fifth, get on some Four Horsemen sh** My third, second and first verse metaphors are sick [Hook] [Canibus] This is the ‘Escape To Victory’ The Ripper is more talented than Mr. Ripley and more risky than circus gypsies Born in the 50’s and was ripping by the 60’s And still remember the first time that I removed the man’s kidneys With these, like a Nightmare on Elm Street dream Mini machetes sharper than Wolverine’s Injections to the neck or suppress the screams Leave clues behind for the forensics team that inspects the scene Serial k**ing machines to the extreme An all eye seeing in-theory- that being, surgically supreme MD, slash MC Slash you across the cheek, and leave a gash that bleeds profusely Truthfully the cut is too deep And the motherf**ing Rippers running loose through the streets Slippery as WD40 oozing from the feet Canibus and Joe Buhdah ripping the streets