No doubt Ya'll
Uh
Why not
can-i-bus about to blow up the spot
103 Jamz
Yea, chillin wit my man
Wit the Sean John shirt on
Uh - Swift hands
Cut the record up
*scratching in the background*
Bout to bust it up


Yea, Yo
I radiate, like plutonium rods that glow
Got ya counters drumroll when i'm about to flow
Patriarch wit the heart of Napoleon Bonaparte
Stomp across continents to conquer my art
I'm a millenium lyricist
Area 51 physicist
Rhymes hot enough to melt the wax on turntable before the DJ
even starts spinnin it
My rhymes could melt the wax right off the back of Kid Icarus
Sharper than the shit you shank niggaz wit
Sharper than scissor tips
Sharper than rings on RZA's fist
It's ridiculous
How so many of you niggaz figure dat
Maybe we could get a name is Canibus disses us
I know how you niggaz think
You figure since
You already a pussy
You might a well gimme syphalis
Envious cuz ya rhymes are infinite
And you lyrically limited to the little boxes you livin in
I'm as dangerous as they come
Dangerous with or without a gun
I been dangerous since day one
Rhyme blows explode like pyros
Stick to ya ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoe's
You get ya head flown if you dumb in da dome
Or struck wit some stones til you feel numb in the bones
You betta keep ya big mouth closed
For i stick the mussle of dat chrome in the hole unda ya nose
Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold
In the direction of my wrist bones to release ya soul
I told you to freeze
If I was you I woulda froze
But you chose the other route - got blown from the hose
Pistol to ya mug
Cripple ya tongue
Rip thru ya lung