[Verse 1: Canibus]

Hardcore, wow M.O.P. style

When you going for the crown

Nigga calm down

He haunts hip hop

Hip hop haunts him back

When he runs out of rounds

He roundhouses his scraps

Mr. Capable tie you to the table

Interrogate you with jumper cables

Don't know what to ask you

Don't know what to say to you

Pray for you, the isolator is inescapable

Anonymously pay for you

Custom made for you

Mad man label you

When your behaviors unfavorable

'Til it breaks you

Musical misnomer, microphone ogre

Symbiote host and clone donor

For the next four months, I smoke blunt

White paper old school, son

Just roll up some so I can zone to the drum

Canibus ain't no man no list, Shotokan flips

Dogan kicks, one arm gunslingers don't miss

Won't fuck with you, don't diss

Still won't fuck with you pimp

But beyond that, I'm lovable kid

My Sagittarius soul is on humanitarian parole

If you object then throw the first stone

How conscious could you be

If you can do this to me

I give you music, you don't listen to it even for free

Spit to the beat, 'til the equipment overheats

Shut it down, go to sleep

I might have to tow it up the street

Steady as she goes, beside her autopilot driver

He's above the throb, don't ride her

Special counsel for hire, son of Gaya

No messiah ever have no verses required or desired

Or inspired, never been fired, you a liar

I drop you down into five tires on fire

Hardcore, wow M.O.P. loud

Firing squad style, you seen it all now

Hardcore, wow M.O.P. loud

Firing squad style, you seen it all now