[Intro: Canibus]

(DJ do it all!)

Hold up

Set in the salt for my nigga Agent

Killa Sha on the front line

Two five shine style

[Pre-Chorus: Canibus]

Nobody move, nobody get laced

Fuckin' with Canibus Big Pun and Khadafi

Nobody move, nobody get laced

Fucking with Killa Sha, Big Pun and Khadafi

What!

[Verse 1: Big Pun]

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the spic piece of shit Scarface

Tony Mon, rolling with Joey the only don

Cartagena, cock the nina, it's on

Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic

I ram a lightning bolt between the Earth and the Moon and curl the planets

I'm [?] with lyrics spannin' for galaxies

Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity

Rapidly flowing, controlling thе time, step over thе line

I'm blowing your mind with just a flow and a rhyme

I'm Hogan in his prime, too strong and fast

You can bomb and blast, come on, you'll still be on your ass

I'm satisfaction guaranteed, you're fiction like Quentin Tarantin'

Kickin' your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen

I have to be perfectly honest

We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work through ebonics

I verbally vomit on rappers/niggas that try to kid us with garbage lyrics

My style delivers outside The Outer Limits

I'm like the pyramids 'cause every point is precise

Now you know me for life, four pound Cuban flooded with ice

[Chorus: Canibus]

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate

Enemies of the state locked behind gates

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate

Enemies of the state locked behind gates

[Verse 2: Canibus]

The first nigga that move get laced like shoes

As an example so the second nigga knows what I do

Where I'm from, we don't give a fuck about rules, we grimy

"You think I'd kill two kids and a woman?" - aight, motherfucker, try me

I'm one of the worst Scarfaces reincarnated

That carving your name in the pavement shit is outdated

I go to Mount Rushmore with high powered lasers

Replace all four of them faces with four facelifts

One at a time until they all look like mine

A new and improved design for the 1 triple 9

A better nigga with better lyrics and better rhymes

Ahead of my time, I'll even put my life on the line

While you in the studio writing your rhyme

I'll run up in it with a hydrogen bomb singing the sacred psalm

*chant*

And then I'll blow us all to Hell in the name of Allah

[Chorus: Canibus]

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate

Enemies of the state locked behind gates

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate

Enemies of the state locked behind gates

[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]

You ain't a thug, screaming at the sight of your own blood

I'll run up in the spot and take everything you love

Masked and gloved it, the way we dubbed it you loved it

Lost like an innocent child soon as the slug hit

Thug shit, wild like Geronimo Pratt

I'll disarm you and stand right in front of your gat

Yo for real though, niggas can't fuck with my piece, see

It's real though, you can get clapped back to B.C

We burn cali in QB, hashy

Team be steady extremely Islamic

Atomic, rip mics like Prophet Mohammed

More or less my war techs tear your chest

Hot slugs have you dripping from chest to Gortex

You small minded, can't fuck with my degrees

You leukaemia heads smoked too many trees

So brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

Iron Sheik still creep wrapped in turban

Laptops in the headrest, black suburban

[Chorus: Canibus]

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate

Enemies of the state locked behind gates

Brace yourself before you get yourself laced

Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface

We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate

Enemies of the state locked behind gates