2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) (Album Version|Explicit) - Canibus
Yo My offense is a mixture
Of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a ni**a unconcious and talk sh*t
In bare-knuckle boxin'
Speed is the object
Weavin' and dodgin'
With defensive blockin'
So in the ring you can not win
The top ten become nine dead
If I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two
One-two shot to the chin
Knock you out like
Ten shots of vodka and gin
The beautiful blend
Of power and strength
From the top of my head
Down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a ni**a
Lyrically hurt a ni**a
Pull a voodoo verse on a ni**a
Kennedy curse a ni**a
Who can spit the words
Quicker than the average man
Who can embarrass a man
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam the Canibus can
The Canibus can
With the stamina to damage a man
It's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all (C'mon ) I roast y'all (C'mon )
So come on (Hold on) Hold on
It's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all (C'mon ) I roast y'all (C'mon )
So come on (Hold on) Hold on
Yo I spit for it (lie for it )
Live for it (die for it )
Back out the nine commit a homicide for it
If I'm handcuffed
With the right to remain silent for it
I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
You mad at the last album I apologise for it
Yo I can't call it
Motherf**kin' Wyclef spoiled it
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up
And put a dime on it
Matter of fact triple your nickle
And put 14 99 on it
I'ma shine on it
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it
Look out for the album
With the Canibus design on it
12 O'Clock in the morning
You'll be standin on line for it
I'm a live poet with a sharp ear and eye for it
Coz I tear down mics
And put a out of order sign on it
Yo I rip sh*t with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip sh*t when I spit sh*t
Father forgive Bis
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
Coz they sounded like idiots
They went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millenium
They'll probably be wearin' Iridium
They so gassed if a sucked
They dick they'd probably cum helium
Y'all niggaz can't be serious
I was nice before ice
Before Christ before
The words let there be light
And a light took over the night
I was born with a mic
Lord of the mic before
All plant and animal life
Took this rap sh*t to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes
Before MC's picked up pens
And started to write
Before promotional marketin
And posterlights
The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherf**kin eyesight
For the title bought fight
Ask Ty Fyffe I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice
Gimme that mic
