[Intro: Canibus]

Yea, yea Can-I-Bus, Mic Club

(Nothing 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 hooptie, dogs jump out of dually

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 o' sweat

Examine the blood trail

Squeeze triggers, puss drip out o' the thumbnails

I smell like gun shells

Polonium pandemonium with a dose o' unknownium

The Soviet Hugo Rodier

Fourth-generation Roper Report

Everything I was taught bore a resemblance to my thoughts

The truth and 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 556

Stand there with arms folded, firearms make me look large and bloated

("I'ma 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. There are two voices.]

Voice 1: "Yo, the niggas that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac..."

Voice 2: "Right"

Voice 1: "...Even Canibus, like, Eminem but them niggas got me like..."

Voice 2: "If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!"

"Voice 1: "Yo, the niggas that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac..."

Voice 2: "Right"

Voice 1: "...Even Canibus, like, Eminem but them niggas got me like..."

Voice 2: "If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!"

[Canibus]

Yea, yo

I support a secure change of custody, don't trust the beat

Trust me: Canibus the emcee

Without moving 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 training is worth millions

Imam death squads rush the building

From the front line with Prince William

I am Prince Williams!

Exercise cover and concealment

Prohibit the media from filmin'

Never in the moment, always thinkin' of the omen

Our poor soldiers, nobody told 'em

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

Seven oh two, three eight six, five three nine seven, call, leave a message

Y'all niggas 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 mineshaft cryin'

Apocalypto from GITMO, I clash with the last Mayans

The Sunstone 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 batwing released from both wrist and both feet

Blazin' 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, and 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 a hell in a cell, watch the bastard tweak

Reach 80° degrees North, 14° degrees East

Beneath the ice sheet lies the Spitsberg Beast

Transmission distorted, injuries reported, mission aborted

Follow your orders, move forward

BRAVO!

I fell in love with Suzanne Malveaux

On the down-low, now you know

She talked to the Canibus man

Code name: Javelin Fangz

With 'Nothing to Prove' to the rap fans

Could elaborate further, but suffice to say

"Goddamn that emcee made my day"

He's a butcher, a baker, a vapor box maker from Jamaica

Still talkin' trash to the haters

I clash with the greatest

This is major manual labor, beta test the data with blue lasers

Canibus wave analysis, 'Nothing to Lose' in Los Angeles

Suing Hip-Hop for the damages

G-force: 10.4

Still conscious, but not for long

Missile lock-on, stop the song