Canibus: Back With Heat

(Canibus)
Yeah
The, the, the, the
The rhyme weapon legend
That's what my nigga's yellin'
That's what they yellin'
The, the, the, the
The rhyme weapon legend
Yeah, niggas just don't know
That's what my nigga's yellin'
But I'ma let em know
Let em know Bis
How to flow
How to
How to go
How to
How to

(Canibus)
Yo,
If I coughed in my fist when I opened my hand
There'd be dope in my hand cause I spoke in my hand
In the gym til I turned a two-pack to a four
Til the four got sore and had to make two more
In a whole other state of mind
Mexican standoffs waste lives but they save time
You know the danger of the Ranger, pantyhose over cabeza
Scopes and lasers, my toaster is a widow-maker
Good things comes to those that wait
Bullshit, better things come to those that chase
I sweep the streets with a fleet bigger than the Greeks
Till we occupy your land like thiefs
We fittin' to eat, nigga

(Canibus)
I'm back for the music
Back to do exclusives
Back to change the view of Hip Hop from that bullshit
Back to mash up beats that bang up your Ave and streets
Canibus, nigga, Back with heat

(Canibus)
Ayo,
Hideout the box with Nottz, shots just went off
Nigga better check to see if you caught
Shootouts between rap stars driving fast cars
Through the hills of Madagascar, we can take it that far
Screw-face you niggas
Yo, who's the real rude bwoy, rude nigga?
Not you nigga, you got booed nigga
My close quarter combat, not bad
Big niggas drop dead when I stop their air
You're just a man, you're relationship with oxygen's clear
Canibus rockin' with Nottz this year
Yeah, mother fuckers, your back-blast area clear
Canibus rockin' with Nottz this year
Yeah

(Canibus)
Yo, ayo
A slug to the stomach make a thug move sluggish
Crawling in his bloodiness no matter how big the gun is
If the fuzz is coming, blast shells by the tonnage
Till there ain't nothing left and start runnin' // (Run!)
I got a message bout I got a court summons
Everybody around me want somethin', they all extort nothin'
I was young, I was stupid, I was really too hyped
Cause I thought a microphone was really worth my life
Go make a club banger, that's what they ask me to do
You a dumb nigga, who the fuck is asking you?
I'll write a book for you, Nottz'll write a hook for you
We can both split half of what we took from you
I'm just a round-the-way neighbor in your hood fella
You want to show love? Let's break bud nigga
We control the price of rap-fuel
I attacked you because annual tax was due
Four dollars a gallon, we're going to take it back to two
Hip Hop nigga, that's what we back to do
For you, for you, for you
That's what we back to do
For you, for you, for you

(Canibus)
The, the, the, the
The rhyme weapon legend
That's what my nigga's yellin' //