I hear the voices, but the vision is missing

Telling me to find a face to put my fist in, but I won’t listen

My life’s like the Passion of Christ

They give me lashings in the middle of town square, just for grabbing the mic

A rare species of E.M.C.E.E

When I open my mouth, the breeze makes my teeth lean

Muscles expand, rip through jeans

People scream, “God damn, I knew Canibus was supreme”

Give me the mic, I’ll show you what I mean

Lay my hand on the middle of your forеhead to show you what I seen

You never seen thе best before

You never seen the great CaniMussolini in the flesh before

Over the phone, they ask me, “Where are you?”

“I’m in my summer house, drinking sparkling water

Finishing my novel,” this one’s about a family in Kabul

That was killed when a shell from the sky had bombed the school

Waiting for the book to go to print soon

Got my man Nottz from V.A. sending me tracks to spit to

I hear voices, I hear voices