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Yo, yo, if I had half as many in gold
As I had in when I flowed
I'd be the man on the globe
Niggaz know is Canibus gold?

That's a stupid ass motherfucker, is Canada cold?
Bout a thousand degrees than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than flame
I light, bounce off walls and wreck mics

Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your with a knife
Rip through, from tissues to blood vessels
My Ninjitsu, you with the art of Tenchu
I zig zag, zig a kid

With G-forces violent enough to crush ribs
Like pilots that fly MIG
Comin' to punish you
Give a who you is, nigga, Canibus in ya biz

the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the shit, spray paintin' my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Emeritus
Fuck fruit I was eating pussy in Genesis

What you got niggaz ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggaz actin' like tuff for?
We'll stuff y'all, y'all, confront y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and
Enough to cancel your tour
(Fuck y'all)

Now I said it once and say it a thousand times
I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable kind
You wanna a piece of mind? Fine, we can it outside
Otherwise you're wastin' time, cause I'ma shine

For the one triple 9, niggaz gamblin' damage eyes
Goin' blind, tryin' to keep up with these lines
The type of nigga you can't flow behind a dope rhyme
You fuck around and get clotheslined you nosedive

We can fair and square or fair in the sphere
Anyplace, anywhere, you don't have a prayer
'Cause doomsday is near, niggaz is scared
They stand and stare as I appear a cushion of air
With a long white beard flamin', hot enough to sunburn

Hotter white people takin' vacation
Out in Jamaica out in the sun bathin', sun bakin' in ray radiation
'Til they skin color look cajun, motherfuckers start agin' to the
Where they faces shrivel up raisins and they become cancer patients

What you got niggaz that's ready to
I'll you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck bitch niggaz actin' like y'all tuff for?
We'll stuff y'all, y'all, confront y'all
On stage we arms, legs, backs and jaws
damage to cancel your tour
(Fuck y'all)

Yo, yo, yo, I the metaphysical
to hold my breath for half an hour
Continuously breathin' outward, you ain't an MC you a
I make wack rappers lose of they bladders

And in they trousers, pink pussy possum niggaz play dead
While my heat waves hit, and verbal evaporate shit
Water get transformed to vapors
My lyrics turn the into a dry lake bed

Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape
battle in space, tryin' to hold it down
But they can't cause weightless
Amateur swordsmen gets stabbed through face mask
Trying to escape

A world where the whole globe contract Ebola
drinkin' spring water darker than Coca-Cola
Human AIDS, computers with Y2K
I rock rhymes counter clockwise until

Fuck y'all, y'all, fuck y'all