[Canibus]
Yeah,
Standing in a B-Boy pose next to Pete Rose //
In a Hall of Fame-ous flows, code name: Cloak //
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide //
Nowhere on the out or the inside //
Spit rhymes this wide //
The definition is high //
The fisheye don't blink when I rhyme //
Beef language, speak Angus //
Snaggle-tooth hanging like chandeliers in a twenty-room mansion //
Coming through in a steel-toed jungle boot //
Lock you in a jail that I weld in front of you //
Hell covets you, I punish you //
Your blood boils in a brew //
I can see it through the Hubble-view //
Cloak 'N Dagga, underground government group //
Subterranean chambers under it too //
Buried in salt, a lyric-vault, lyrics in bulk //
You benefit, so let the heretic-lyricist talk //
Trauma Unit //
[Canibus]
Southpaw spit cranberry-juice give my mouth more grip //
Hip-Hop could never outlaw this //
I sacrifice my rap life for your rights //
I jackknifed the forty-ton on black ice //
Die for what I rap for //
I teach the crash course //
The God Squad joint task-force //
Swap reports, Hip-Hop thoughts //
Spray you with a biochemical hot-sauce you can't wash off //
Teach these dip-s**** lyrical fitness //
If it's the last thing I ever do in this business //
Piracy on all levels //
Board your vessel with four-hundred uncivil Nordic-devils //
Worship the warship flying through your formless orbit //
On, above and under water //
One-point-five miles, there he is //
The Millau Bridge in France, that's where he lives //
Yeah,
Standing in a B-Boy pose next to Pete Rose //
In a Hall of Fame-ous flows, code name: Cloak //
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide //
Nowhere on the out or the inside //
Spit rhymes this wide //
The definition is high //
The fisheye don't blink when I rhyme //
Beef language, speak Angus //
Snaggle-tooth hanging like chandeliers in a twenty-room mansion //
Coming through in a steel-toed jungle boot //
Lock you in a jail that I weld in front of you //
Hell covets you, I punish you //
Your blood boils in a brew //
I can see it through the Hubble-view //
Cloak 'N Dagga, underground government group //
Subterranean chambers under it too //
Buried in salt, a lyric-vault, lyrics in bulk //
You benefit, so let the heretic-lyricist talk //
Trauma Unit //
[Canibus]
Southpaw spit cranberry-juice give my mouth more grip //
Hip-Hop could never outlaw this //
I sacrifice my rap life for your rights //
I jackknifed the forty-ton on black ice //
Die for what I rap for //
I teach the crash course //
The God Squad joint task-force //
Swap reports, Hip-Hop thoughts //
Spray you with a biochemical hot-sauce you can't wash off //
Teach these dip-s**** lyrical fitness //
If it's the last thing I ever do in this business //
Piracy on all levels //
Board your vessel with four-hundred uncivil Nordic-devils //
Worship the warship flying through your formless orbit //
On, above and under water //
One-point-five miles, there he is //
The Millau Bridge in France, that's where he lives //