[Verse 1: Canibus]

Yo, niggas is phony, fronting like they're Master of Ceremonies

None of you suckers are even remotely close to me

To be nice, I sacrifice things like no sleep

I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche

Creating concepts so deep, niggas quote me

They rewind then interpret my rhymes to they're homies

I've advanced beyond your flows eons ago

It's inevitable in '98 I'ma blow

Ever since '84, I've been in it to win it

But see back then we used to battle by spinning on the cement

You can't even absorb the rhymes I record

Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved

I travel to the end of the Universe and beyond

Parsecs out of range from a cellular StarTec

From the galaxy of Andromeda

I puzzle niggas like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena

[Hook: Canibus]

Ayo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage

*Get retarded*

You spineless, rhymeless, niggas is heartless

*Get retarded*

Ayo, I came to see that hip hop is never tarnished

*Get retarded*

So I...