Lyrics:

-- Synced by NoMan --

Yo, yo, yo!

Now when you see that big ass 'C', you know I'm coming through
And when you know I'm coming through, you know what I'ma do
I never said that battling me would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfucking improbable
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestyling over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
The kickboxer beating the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em 'til they holla, beat 'em til the cops come
Beating niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em 'til they start screaming
Like fax machines when they start receiving
Beat 'em 'til my own hands start bleeding
Beat 'em 'til their lungs stop breathing and their heart stop beating
From 12 A.M. to 12 P.M. in the evening
With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beating
That's what you get for fucking with this lyrical demon
My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons
I got cast out of Heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden for letting the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speeding
A whole legion of half-decent MCs'll get released when
They spit a hundred bars for their freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete with
Too nice to flow over beats wit, too nice to hold a M-I-C with
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip
And start to punch trees 'til they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
'Til the whole planet suffocates and then release it (Release it!)

Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us, or get blown to dust
Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone, we got the chrome with us
'Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us, or get blown to dust (Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust!)

Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
'Cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin'
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibrating and spinning, faster than 12-cylinder engines
With nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'Cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches' metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spitting
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck and put his head to the fan on the ceiling
Suffer real 'Banned From Television' shit
Drop him off the roof of a building and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feeling
I tell 'em how I feel that hip-hop should deal with it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rap is in
90% of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
Shooting the same videos, it's embarrassing
Using the same formulas to have a hit
Using the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, chill during the daylight
Then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got an infrared lens to detect your body's Fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet or snow
I track you 'til your Caesar grows into an afro
Until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you 'til your shoe soles develop holes and you get.corns on your toes
'Til your teeth develop halitosis
But you been going so long without deodorant you don't even notice. Motherfucker!

Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us, or get blown to dust
Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone, we got the chrome with us
'Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us, or get blown to dust (Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust!)
Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us, or get blown to dust
Yo, you ain't as cold as us, or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone, we got the chrome with us
'Cause we rolling rough, when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us, or get blown to dust. (Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust!)