Punch Lines

歌詞

(Hamza) Canibus, Hamza! Follow us into a new era Where lyrical content is a MUST! (Chorus: Hamza) We cut microphones like, gangsters holdin chrome Like, Toto you far from home Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment When will you learn? Whack lyrics and a hot beat makes your song irrelevant This is not a movie I'm a poet so it takes more than punchlines to move me (Canibus) Can-I-Bus, your favorite rap star on ice What I talk on the mic make them call on Christ As far as the eye can see, gaze out into the wide sea Look for the island, the island is me I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat Other people slandered my name but I dodged that They don't see the missing pieces my thesis provides rap Under the influence, bang Bis music in a Bonneville Buick I see your face, I'ma crash into it Lyrically I kick ass, if you don't wanna know don't ask I might do it pro bono for no cash The two-handed choke from the hope turn your brain and skull to sand and salt, sprinkle you on the floor I didn't wanna rap like that, but I had to Cause that's what my master would do if he was asked to The perfect music machine, mechanical being The most lyrical digital streams the world has ever seen I did, I do, I does, I am, I will be, I was The same nigga you love (Chorus) (Canibus) Yo, I hope they film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you Somebody gon' grab you - try to escape Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that? Why you sound so intense when you rap? The airborne attack you can't call off Breathe exhaust like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford Drugs rain from the sky, it's like the angels want me to die They push me harder cause they want me to try A pitbull off the leash, barking speech Like a bull in the pit, lifting you off your feet I feel like the world's mine, I can park in the streets Kick the world's illest rhyme, police officers weak People laying on the concrete, exhausted from heat Watchin John Kerry spit over the Michael Moore beats This is a little something that my repertoire boast I almost was in control of all coasts... (Chorus) (Canibus) I get advanced rhymes to quote, they all dope Tote a lyrical landslide, give me all votes But I can be as quiet as they want me to be Cause even though they say my name, they ain't talking to me They talk to magazines, they talk to MTV They up on 106 on BET talking to Free Big niggaz actin tough, but they walk like they ankles is cuffed Who gives a fuck if your ankles is buff I can articulate, I wanna participate But they trying to hold me back, a black ball number eight I pick the microphone up and spark the debate Ever since '98 I been a target for hate Jesus Christ! My name should be G-Bus Mic Even when I rip the shit, fans leave uptight But I don't know if I'm right no more But I don't know if I'm right no more (Chorus) {*shotgun blast*}