(Canibus) I got this beat from Riggs, yeah I got it from Riggs Cause in a minute I'ma be on top of the biz Try to act like you don't know who it is Around the globe there's kids that play the "Canibus Quotable Quiz" It's like if you ain't a mogul they don't know who you is But I'm a ogre in the biz with the vocals and libs Said so much crazy sh** on my last album My name shut Interpol down for two hours Now that's true power I create what I can't counter rhyming for my anger-management counselor Just listen to the vibes and blend in with the signal you getting Can you hear me now? Answer the question You want to talk about sick poems? I spit stones Leave you split holmes, tie knots with your rib bones Quick blow break off your limp wrist bones Make you scream melodies in twelve different ringtones I can speak Chinese, ching-chong, get off the ding-dong Knock your a** over the table like little ping-pongs You got balls? Bring 'em on I'll smash 'em with a spiked bat like Raekwon with Cuban Linx on Blink and you gone, let off more shells than shrimp farms Spit raw, your face look like you smelled a stink-bomb You ain't dreaming, n***a, pinch your arm Canibus be spitting bars that could dislodge Kanye's jaws [Chorus x2: Canibus] What you looking for? We hooking off Punchlines on the song through the hook and all You acting like you think you too good to fall You spit with a gla**-jaw, get up, give it more (Canibus) If I was focused I could crush you 'Cause you saying you focused, then how come I could still touch you? I bust you, then spit some Young Buck sh** at you 'Cause I still got the heart to go bust me a head or two My little arms carry big arms To tickle the clit, finger keep the sink warm when I bring harm I'll have a n***a screaming for his momma Your body armour don't protect you from your karma Come along with me, let me see what you got Battle you on the spot, show you how nice you not I'm the champ like Ali, you just a close copy When people see you they don't know that it's not me I flow 'cause I got to, the sh** sound hot 'cause it's not you Try to catch me but I got you I got a mind that spins like belt drives And when I seen Hip-Hop die I felt cries But I got an idea to bring it back to life Bring me back to the mic, make sure you package it right I'll go all-out, pour my heart out, mix it around Put my voice to these beats let it mix with the sound [Chorus x3]