Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah Can-I-Bus, Mic Club
(Nothin' to prove it's all love)

(Canibus)
I bust through like Sputnik 2
This is man's best friend, whoopty-woo
The flag is black, red, and blue
Troops shoot from the hoopty
Dogs jump out of dooly
But it take more than that to move me
Like; wireless mics for tireless nights
Firefights inspire my life, why do I write?
Twenty-year Hip-Hop vet, they perceive me as a threat
They manifest beads of sweat
Examine the blood trail
Squeeze triggers, puss drip out of the thumbnails
I smell like gun shells
Polonium, pandemonium, with a dose of Unknownium
The Soviet Hugo Rodier
Fourth generation roper report
Everything I was taught bore a resemblance to my thoughts
The truth in the design of the Guggenheim rhyme
Where every line is weaponized then applied
Mob shit, target acquisition is sick
I don't miss when I twist the 5.56
Stand there with arms folded
Firearms make me look large and bloated
('I'm gonna have to project my voice')
Equipment check, church bells chime
('Some of this stuff might get intense')
One more time...
Just kill 'em 'Bus
Ain't nobody around to witness nothin'
Heaven's Devil strangle Hell's Angel with a mic cable
Then J Wells came through

(Sample from Nas @ the L.A. Listening Party on December 14th, 2006)
'Yo, the niggaz that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like;
B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them niggaz use to have me like
If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!'

'Yo, the niggaz that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like;
B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them niggaz use to have me like
If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!'

(Canibus)
Yeah, yo
I support a secure change of custody
Don't trust the beat, trust me Canibus the emcee
Without movin' my neck I turn to the left
Yes, I am the best you will learn to respect
Till your death Hip-Hop is the body, you are the chest
I am the vest, we are sworn to protect
This behavioral bomb, rewritable radio songs
'What station is your radio on?'
My trainin' is worth millions
Imam death squad rush the building
From the front line with Prince William
I am Prince Williams, exercise cover and concealment
Prohibit the media from filming
Never in the moment, always thinkin' of the Omen
Our poor soldiers; nobody told them
Inoculate, I postulate not to wait
Drop to your face, the active component will not break
My Armenian friend tried to pay me in Yen
I threw the money in his face and said 'Pay me again'
You wanna talk to the kid? Enter this ten digit grid
I'll explain to you what I did
+702-386-5397+, call, leave a message
Y'all niggaz can't rap, so why you wanna go and do that?
You move the crowd, I move the map
The defiant mad Lion, triumph over the rulers of Zion
Fuck your +Blood Diamonds+, I'd rather laugh dyin'
Miners in the mine shaft cryin'
+Apocalypto+ from GTMO, I clash with the last Mayans
The Sun Stone science, the black, red and blue alliance
Jump through the fire, you'd be a fool to try it
The fire suit don't fit, NO SHIT!
My Saratoga Suit got a customized grip
With a bat wing released from both wrist and both feet
Blazing hot, but I don't feel no heat
Hip-Hop's Master Chief, 'Here, have a seat'
In the mic booth where I hang slabs of meat
Before, during, or after the debrief
I'll crack your teeth, don't talk unless you asked to speak
The Rift Valley Fever symptoms could last for weeks
We call it 'Hell in a Cell', watch the bastard tweak
Reach 80