{crowd chanting}
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Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus
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Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus [2x]
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[Hook: 2x]
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Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
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Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
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Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
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Well I'm gone (Ohhhhhh!)
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[Verse 1]
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Yo, my brain races to create these lyrical mosaics like paintings
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To me record store and art galleries are merely the same thing
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I feel like I'm Rembrandt and my man Van Gogh is amazin
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Canibus is not some average rap patron, have patience
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I went through changes, not being with the majors and all
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'Til my man Louie Lombard gave me a call
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and talked about some other way to cake off
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I thought hmmm.. I could make more, he said "Sure"
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"I could put you in about three thousand stores,
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and get at least fifty thousand orders"
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"Maybe more 'Bus, who knows your fanbase is emormous"
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Well of course, look who I've toured with; Wyclef
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I didn't sell twenty million cuz it wasn't my time yet
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I'm satisfied with the line up I rhyme with
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Kool G Rap, Pharoahe Monch, and Rakim
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Including future superstars I've worked with thus far
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Like Free, from 106 and Park
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You need to understand somethin; 'Bus is raw
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Raw to the floor, raw like reservoirs,
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Auger mechanical mandible jaws, split you in half
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Addicted to rippin jackers, but I rip a jackass
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Before we battle, there's two questions I have to ask
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Are you carrying any firearms, and did you pack your bags?
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Cool, cuz I'ma make you feel real bad
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And I'ma make you so mad, you'll probably spazz
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I can see you tryna get me like they got Biggie
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Somewhere in the city, on a pretty day when I dressed in Jiggy
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And I got security with me
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I'll give you a buck-fifty so quickly,
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you won't even know that ya nose dripping
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So much blood on the floor, you might as well be pretending
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to be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing
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Sounds kinda tempting, doesn't it?
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Dissing me wasn't really worth it, was it?
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I'm buggin, I know a lot of y'all loved it
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and tryed to convince the public to safe bug this
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But just think, I played y'all like a bunch of puppets
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You play Russian Roulette with a musket,
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and got busted in your own nugget
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A twenty-one gun salute with no bullets and no trumpets
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While the rain pours and the storm thunders
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Your rotten carcass smells so pungent, it turns my stomach
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Attracts the buzzards, on Fox Eyewitness News coverage
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Rip the Jacker's on the loose in London,
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he slipped through US customs and flew to Dublin
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Frontin as a janitor in a school or somethin
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Workin for little or nothin, I'm warnin you DON'T TRUST HIM
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He's a complete risk to the American public
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And don't ever call the law cuz he thinks he's above it
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Let's get one thing straight; you can't touch him,
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Outsmart him, out muscle him, or out hustle him
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You can't beat 'em - join 'em, you can't join 'em - fuck 'em
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Can-I-Bus, either ya hate him or ya love him
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[Hook: 2x]
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah yeah, I seen you at Ruby Tuesday's
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With a toupee, talkin on ya two-way -- you look gay
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Nigga I don't give a fuck about the games you play
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I gnaw on ya bones 'til my teeth turn blue-gray
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Or turn yellow like I ain't brushed in a few days
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And the blood starts to taste like red toothpaste
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Nigga this ain't communion and that ain't Kool-Aid
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Delicacies the FDA won't approve in the states
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Like a little witche's brew in your vanilla latte
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Or perhaps Filet of Dog in a Malaysian cafe
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If I was a cook I would probably take a half day
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Clock out and never come back, you keep the back pay
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That's some metaphorical shit, all you have A
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Is that why all you weirdos all attracted to me?
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Look at yourself, why you even listen to me?
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Listen to yourself, your constantly dissin me
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Well listen to this bitch, get off my D
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If you don't think that I'm the illest, that's cool I don't agree
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I proved myself, time and time again
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Grippin mics like Heinekens, who want me to rhyme again?
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You could never expire the fire within
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Killin me with a gun is easy, try a pen
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For the use it was intended
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I don't like to be the one to start the drama nigga,
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but I know how to end it
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Kill yours |