[Verse 2: Canibus]

If I had half as many bars in gold, as I had in lyrics when I flowed

I'd be the richest man on the globe

Suckas want to know, 'Is Canibus gold?'

That's a stupid ass question, punk, yo is Canada cold?

'Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is

Five-thousand degrees hotter than flamethrowers

I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics

'Bout to disconnect your windpipe, cut your neck with a knife

Rip through, everything from tissues to blood vessels

My ninjitsu, kill you with the art of tenchu

I zigzag, zig, crushing kids

With G-forces violent enough to crush they ribs like pilots that fly Russian MIGs

Coming to punish you pigs

Give a ____ who you is, Canibus'll get biz

From the lowest point on the planet, to Mount Everest

I kick the illest shit, spray painting my name across the pyramids

The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus

Forget forbidden fruit, I was eatin' what? in Genesis

[Verse 3: Canibus]

I'm probably what you would call a

Record industry population enforcer

I slaughter like, a hundred rappers each quarter

In order to keep this sh__ in order

Track wack niggas down from border to border

Just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise

The rabbit was faster, but fell asleep in the forest

But lost, cause the tortoise had endurance

I always stay focused the longest

I promise I can battle any artist 'till they just get exhausted and forfeit

With actual, super-natural forces, I'm a horseman from Hell

Immune to the garlic water, and the crosses

After the last album, I went through a metamorphosis

And probably fired more of my niggas than Doug Morris did

I kicked the dead beats out, turned around and switched my whole team out

Now I got some banging ass beats now

It paid off, cause I came off, like Adolf

And I can murder any motha what? camp I concentrate on

With the first strike, I'm so nice

I can exterminate more suckas than the first Reich

The way I burn mics

I've been accused of being all hype

All bark, and no bite

Every night I got into a bar fight

Defending my title, cause niggas was like, "yo

Yo, I ain't feeling yo' shit"

And I had to beat they ass with Tae Bo

You read somewhere that I was wack?

Must have been a typo

Out of a grand, I got 755 votes

For freestyle champion, two years in a row

The type of rhymes I be spitting

Y'all suckas ain't even close

You wonder why I do this, I do this because I find it therapeutic

For all my enthusiasts that love my music

You're stupid; my brain's faster than Cray computers

With microprocessors submerged in cryogenic fluids

On some rude shit, I put voodoo on your two-inch

Tell you that you better not use it, then bootleg your new shit

You think that you can mess around? Prove it

You got a beat? Loop it

You got lyrics? Then flip something to it //