[Verse 1]

Yo, I think fast, switch fast quick-fast

Quick as immigrants say, "No habla ingles" at border-patrol fences

Messin' with Canibus is senseless

Divide my senses by six, and you'll end up with triple sixes

And triple the digits mean triple the spirits

My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics

I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh

I'm tellin' you — put your money on me, then triple your bet

‘Cause I won't be satisfied 'til I'm set

'Til I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect

Rhymin' is the nine-to-five that I manipulate best

Eight hours of writin' and memorizin' a manuscript

Called "The Biography of Canibus"

Subtitled "The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit"

How to tongue-twist, how to enunciate certain shit

How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit

Y'all niggas ain't listen to Bis, I kill ‘em with shit

I'm wicked with this, I should be sellin' tickets to this

Paparazzi should probably be takin' pictures of this

My fans in the street with signs tryna picket for this

Sayin', "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!

We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"

My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less

I can go four quarters or nine innings for this

Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this

Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this

The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement

My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station

Sneak-attack rappers, grab 'em and slash 'em

Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors

Hunt 'em like Jurassic Park actors

But spared Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one

Action-packed like Shaft, the black assassin

Blastin' the .753 backwards Magnum

Follow me down the road to Damascus

Do not follow these madmen, poppin' ecstasy pills like aspirin

INI come fe manifest the Most High

Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can't die

Niggas wanna lock the Chronicles of Canibus away forever

And put my book of rhymes through a shredder, never!

I'm way too clever the way I maneuver

Beat your ass like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua

In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers, your career's ruined

Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha

Bring it to ya, prove you a loser

Beyond the length of this rhyme, you have no future!

Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars

In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowin' through 'em

I'ma reprogram everythin' that you're doin'

Hypnotize the audience you perform in front of to start booin'

You stupid, you and your whole crew are extremely foolish

I can't cipher with you, ‘cause your breath is too putrid

Put your mic down and step away from it!

Shut your motherfuckin' mouth and don't say nothin'!

You have the right to remain silent

Sentenced to life on Rikers Island for terrible freestylin'

[Verse 2]

Yo, I heard a rumor English women make love the best

Is that true? ‘Cause I ain't had no justice yet

A lot of clowns keep arguin' on who the best is

Bite the style but can't digest it

'Til they get karate-kicked in the mouth a their teeth get ejected

Told you to Watch Who U Beef Wit on the last record

Platinum teeth? I sell 'em for a thousand pounds a piece

You buy one back and you get one free

Put it down in the East, put it down in the West

Put it down on paper, put the paper down on the desk

In the studio is where I put it down to the test

It's nothin' but skull-crushin' pressure down at them depths

Throw a rough mix down, download it to disk

Give a copy to everybody that's down with Bis

Since '96, the Dogg Pound Remix

First time anybody put me down to spit

It's like Pac Man, don't stop

'Til I hear my voice bangin' up and down the block in a Magnavox

With a hundred watts, creatin' ripples in the water like aquanauts

Breathin' through their oxygen-box

I belong on top of the pops, not on the bottom with rocks

I mean, honest to God, I'm shocked, I thought the album was hot

Guess you can't write an infinite rhyme with a finite mind

That's why rhymes like mine mystify mankind

A lot of rappers are ahead of their time

But when it comes to rhymes like mine, the word 'time' doesn't apply

You see, rhymin' is the art

The microphone is the paintbrush responsible for gettin' the point across

The canvas is the street

Where the Master of the Ceremony paints the picture for everybody to see

Nobody could rhyme this fluent, nobody ever did what I'm doin'

Nobody ever spit what I'm spewin'

I'm the illest alive and I'ma prove it

Plus, I gotta show the people that I've got mad love for rap music

I bury MCs with rosary beads

A picture of their wife and their seeds and a picture of me

I'm as graceful as the left hand of Rembrandt

Put some instrumentals on and ask my pen to dance, I'm such a gentleman

Pull out chairs, open doors, never offend my fans

Unless they offend me and I lose my temper, man