Canibus - Canibus Autobiography (Part 01) lyrics

[Intro - Caller, Jay Z & (Howard Stern):] (Go ahead you’re on the air with Jay Z) Hey Jay, what’s up man? What’s happenin’? With uh, today’s market Pretty much watered down by people that took Biggie’s style How do you feel about talent like Canibus not gettin’ a fair shake? Um, I, I think all artists should get a fair shake Uh Talib Kweli, Common Sense, Canibus You know, I like the guy’s integrity [Hook x2:] (To my people) This is my audiobiography This is my audiobiography (To all my people) This is my audiobiography Nobody can tell it but me [Verse 1:] Paul Allen’s birthday party, aboard the Crystal Harmony 1998, so far from poverty Sixty nautical miles off the Beach of Sound Madonna’s music playin’ in the background Dr. Boots sat across from me, Bill Gates walked out Angela Ba**et tried to talk to me He pointed to his residence, off the starboard bow Looked like the president’s White House, we all said, “Wow” In my mind I’m like, “This is dope right now” I just sat down, sip some white wine and lounge He asked everybody if they was enjoyin’ theyself I thought to myself, “Of course we enjoyin’ your wealth” He asked me, “What do you do?” I told him, “I’m an entertainer” He said, “A singer?” I said, “Nah, I produce bangers” I didn’t fit in, fat gold chain on Pure player sweatsuit, Timbs and shades on Paul Allen standin’ there with Elvis Presley sideburns I guess that was to keep his face warm This bad shorty I was with, yeah she brought me along as a guest I had to give it to her, I was impressed We spent four days and five nights, wine and twilight I didn’t give a f** about no Source and five mics [?], Kweli doin’ Datwon Thomas Them wicked ones used Hip-Hop to divide us [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] I’m a genius of compositions like Mike Mothersbaugh of the hood In a circular line between studio Hollywood I stood right there, and watched them produce the theme song for a film that I wasn’t into Back to the East Coast boom bap beats, I agree [?] and Danielle, Lost Boys [?] routine Clark Kent, Peter Panic, [?], CL from Cornerstone Give me another shot of Cortisone The Lex coupe, Bimmers, Benz, [?] and Bentleys Star Wars, car wash, customer friendly Goin’ through the Hollow Tunnel, clock at 1:20 If it wasn’t for Kevin, Treach would’ve k**ed Wendy Talkin’ all that sh**, comin’ outta Hot 97, Big Pun was like, “Fall back ‘Bis” I ran [?] in the rain, flat tire tack expire The Negro League had a deal with Mariah And the penthouse ponies from Kayah At the table with the homie and Naomi when he gave her them diamonds Hop the train to NBC and BK Got groceries for this n***a, let me see what he say They was solid gold, can’t argue with that, right? Always hold my n***as down that’s the story of my life My memory base jumpin’ all over the place Just put the pieces together, ain’t none of it fake [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] West Coast Californ-i-a, sh** is real In the front yard smokin’ some turtle with Henry Hill He put me on the phone with Cameron G in Seattle We was just talkin’ ‘bout life, it’s all natural I told him ‘bout how I do music, nothin’ major I just came back from Fort Lewis via Vegas Henry was writtin’ a book, workin’ on the pages I remember the movie ‘bout his life he was famous He asked me ‘bout Second Round, don’t ask me why Bad Boys don’t advertise but I had to comply I said how cool Mike was, don’t believe the lies And how Tyson lived next to the Sultan of Brunei I drove Mike’s Porsche up to the Sultan’s gate He act sad like security be at the wake He got out, walked inside, it’s night time They had a mini horse track around the property line I lost money at Kentucky Derby, ‘cause I ain’t lucky like that I just got memories about rap Remember put this in your CD Rom, www.canibus.com Few people understood where I was goin’ when I said it I was so far ahead in the future, I regret it Isolated, forced to fight with the basics, I looked crazy But the truth is, it’s so amazin’ I got friends in high places But countless enemies with deep seeded hatred who don’t want me to say sh** [Hook x2] [Verse 4:] They took away my green card, figaro Mickey the monkey can’t travel overseas no mo’ I moved back to Atlanta, back to the basics Northside Drive, Dallas, Austin lives in a space ship Stamps in my pa**port, been many places So many situations, so many faces In the limo with the high priest on the way to a Sony party The only time I met Nas Me [?] and the high priest skip in line We had beast with us, lookin’ like Spetsnaz We stepped inside, everybody knew I wrecked rhymes like, “Bring the record back Selektah” From twenty minutes a bounce, it was more like ten But who’s countin’? And that’s when everything got clouded The high priest had on black tuxedo slacks With red shirt and red alligators to match Back in the limo, I’m lookin’ at my world through a tinted window I’m thinkin’, “Can it all be so simple?” The priest put his hand on his heart, Pledge of Allegiance And said he was the son of [?], believe it He wore a pinky ring, said the ring made him a mobsta Then he said [?] was his father That’s Theodore Bowen, Jessibell [?] Timmy Visine fell for mafia all day It got to be something to it ‘cause they live like gods And it’s the truth, that’s some real Hip-Hop hoorah [Hook x2] [Verse 5:] K-Solo, BOLO, Pac-Man Born Sun, David Madison, the Sharpshooter Clan Maintainin’ my mojo, record vocals I went from underground to worldwide pan global Back to independent, distributed local Life is so anecdotal, I still rep like I’m supposed to 2005, summertime, Orlando Shaquille O’Neal wearin’ 22 inch sandals Cory Gunz, Marley Marl, Kay Slay n***a, Papoose Young Zee, the whole god damn crew Deja, 34, back then I was so damn raw Nobody could see we bar for bar, look at me Superman vs. Bizarro, Kryptonite cargo embargo Listen they ain’t want no part yo The red white and blue, 500 pound bomb proof Shock troop [?] troop mark my [?] The five ten program, freedom is a slave to no man If you meet my on point, I got you Lock ‘em load ‘em and shock ‘em, rock ‘em top to bottom First cat put the kibosh on all columns, what options? Nothin’, need oxygen Howard Stern took me to a Hip-Hop event (One time) But not again, what? [Outro - Howard Stern, Canibus & (Man):] Canibus is here You hung out with Mike Tyson? Yeah Well how’s that? Mike’s cool, he’s cool Is he cool? Yeah Do you think he’s okay? He’s intelligent Really? Yeah Where do you write with Mike Tyson? I mean did you, you wrote a song with him? Yeah, yeah we, we- Where did you go to his mansion in, uh, Las Vegas? I, I’ve been with him there Oh, you have Yeah Did you see the tiger that he has? Yeah, he’s got four. He lets ‘em run loose Oh my… What do they feed those things? I don’t know man, like raw chickens or somethin’ Really? Oh, that is sick man. Oh, that’s wild man (It’s, you know. Things [?]. They don’t talk about boxing.) Yeah Right (They talk about, a lot of their theories on life and stuff.) Right Canibus is on top of the scene See this guy’s on the cutting edge of rap How’s your album sellin’? It’s certified gold Is that right? Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah! Can-I-Bus, you know? Right