[Chorus: Canibus]
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Niggaz runnin' around like, "what did he say?"
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All day, everyday, "what did he say?"
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Everybody want to know, "what did you say?"
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[Verse: Canibus]
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Yo, I don't want to waste no lyrics talkin' about you
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Just let my body die and rot in hell why don't you
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You asked the same question, I already told you
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I'm a lyricist, I do what I'm supposed to do
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You ever wonder what Hip-Hop would have been without me?
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I'm six albums deep, somebody is thinkin' about me
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Whether it's good or bad, yo, I can't control it
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A nigga's opinion belongs to him; I can't own it
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I microphone this with my own way of doin' things
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All my rhymes really do is provoke you to think
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People don't care about your passion when they comin' at you
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All they ever see is record sales and dollar value
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What the fuck does it matter what I'm rappin' to?
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I can rhyme acapella and attract the youth
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If you want to compromise, we can do that too
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But I ain't never in the mood to drink no wack juice
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The bottom line is I need a bigger budget
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Advertising is how you program the public
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People don't have to understand to love somethin'
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As long as they see it enough, they just trust it, that's why I'm like fuck it
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I might as well do what I do best
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And that's rip a microphone to shreds
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Even the best confessed, at some point in they life, they said
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That I'm the illest, but now they want you to forget
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So I accept the bitter with the sweet, mix it with some heat
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Show them how to emcee, and spit it to a beat
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I can do it in my sleep, nigga
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If I'm awake, how the fuck you gon' compete, nigga? The nerve of these niggaz
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I move like my shadow is weightless
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Expose myself like a faceless, plastic surgery patient
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Transmitting from an undisclosed location
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Pirate stations with phantom frequency modulations
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My throat-pistol spit ghost-signals
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And you never get the antidote from me, 'cause I bit you
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Stab you with a jagged crystal, 'cause my energy emit through
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Anything metallic, even a pencil
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Feel the bush burn, turn your cornrow into a good perm
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My flat-feet with no curves squish worms
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The bad news is I got a tight flow
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The good news is I just switched to Geico
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This is Hip-Hop nigga
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Listen to the voice go drip-drop nigga
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Swimmers in my saliva river drown when I give it to them
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The hemispheres of my brain got a river through it; gray-matter fluid
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The mic is a spark-plug
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When I grab it, I glow, come with that Edelbrock carburetor flow
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When I yolk back the choke full-throttle and go for broke
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I've become a G.O.A.T. ripper on a positive note
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The width of my rap, too thick to fit through the gap
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The viscosity of my spit lubricates the track
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Touch the VAT-lit screen, illuminate the map
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Show me where you at; show me how you plan to get back
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My navigation better than yours, and even though you the best
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Hip-Hop is my house; you still my guest
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You want more, I give you less
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You want less, I give you more 'til you swimmin' in it up to your neck
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Listen to the words bouncin' off the lungs in my chest
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Hittin' you from every angle like porno-sex
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Still here 'cause the Lord knows best
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Last thing he said to me was, "let them know 'Bis," I'm a let them know this
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Nobody contends with Canibus
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When it comes to rhymes; everybody pales in comparison (Word)
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Nobody compares to Canibus
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Hip-Hop is Yeng, Canibus is Yang to balance it
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[Chorus: Canibus]
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Niggaz runnin' around like, "what did he say?"
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All day, everyday, "what did he say?"
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Everybody want to know, "what did you say?"
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Yeng Meng
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Canibus |