| I speak in frequencies dogs would have trouble hearin |
| Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineerin |
| Raw metaphors keep you high for months |
| Fly around the earth twice without refuelin once |
| Ain’t too many categories I can fit in when it comes to spittin |
| Cause I’m overqualified for the position |
| The lazer-guided, lyrical hybrid |
| Creatin scripts so sick, I gotta arm wrestle my pen to write it Don’t get excited, cause if I ever catch one of you motherfuckers bitin |
| We’re gonna be fist fightin! So motherfuckers what’chu want? |
| I got the shotgun pumped |
| You feel like a frog nigga then jump |
| I posess the lyrical ammo to battle |
| And rip any one of you warm blooded mammals to shambles |
| I make examples of you, eat a mouthful of your crew |
| The type of MC you can’t outdo |
| I’ll battle you on the net, I’ll battle you in the flesh |
| I’ll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect |
| I’ll battle you over the… |
| I’ll battle you over a blank check |
| I’ll battle you with a gun to my neck |
| I’ll battle you standin over the toilet, with my dick out |
| Battle you jugglin a hand grenade with the pin out |
| In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out |
| Drinkin a Guinness Stout, doin a 360 spinout! |