Canibus: October 23rd

(Canibus)
Yo, yo
Your rhymes are far from impressive
You got me snoring and I'm not even a narcoleptic
I gotta give you credit
You look like a garbage pail kid descendent
I used to collect them and I see the resemblance
I'll give you ten cents for every time you spit ten bars
Do it five times, you got enough to buy a candy bar
Let me hear some more, you ripped it God
Here's a penny, now get the fuck out of my face, you fraud
Niggas better raise the standards, or get the fuck off campus
Cause you can't even talk to Canibus
Moved all over the place, I used to rhyme over Miami Bass
But kept moving state to state
I'm a rogue, I'm a warrior on the road
Like them CIA moles, living in shadows
A highly hazardous negro, with a patented flow
Crazier than a Hollywood actor would act on coke
I ain't no joke, ask Rakim //
I wouldn't share the spotlight with anybody but him
And the Four Horsemen, the Yang and Yin
We open the can of big bang theory all over again
As deadly as a cobra fang puncturing your blood vein
Or Mad Max behind the wheel of a Mustang
Puffing a hundred and twenty nine octane
Enough thrust to achieve flight like prop-planes
Armed to the teeth like tanks in Iran
Driving like Terminator two through block lanes
You wanna be a thug, you better watch it man
Getting shot can't help u feel Tupac's pain
After the autopsy they'll just pull out your brain
Put it in a jar you probably won't feel a thing
They go straight to the pawn shop and pawn your bling
This rap industry is such a morbid thing
Country singers live different, their fans got more commitment
They get bigger shipments, big difference
It's a big fitness, and we can learn something
Why would you want to rap forever and earn nothing
I rap like the end of the earth is coming
Grab the mic and act like I wanna murder something
Cursing, fighting, or busting like a drunken Russian
Show me a wack emcee and I promise I'll bust him //