[Canibus]   “They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //   They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //   They don’t know how you comin’ man //   They don’t know how you done this shit //   Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”      [Canibus]   The emcee, with the N.O.T.T.Z. //      [Canibus]   “Ayo,   Canibus’ll spark it for ya //   Nottz’ll paint the target for ya //   MicClub’ll launch it towards ya //   This is the beginnin’ of the rest of my life //   Grippin’ the mic //   And rippin’ it right //   You listen, you like //   You dislike, you get disciplined with the pipe //   Muzzle flashes a light that says goodbye to life //   I’m antisocial but humble //   I’ll blow a hole in you to get a hello from you //   If that’s what it comes to //   A little camera-shy, I play the background //   Turn the mic on, lock the cage, I attack crowds //   Ya’ll niggas is just clones that rhyme //   From a bloodline that’s closer to yours than mine //   You ignore the signs, But we all divine //   DJ’s rewind, MC’s distort the time //   Sharp enough to read your mind //   I can hear you all’s applause in silence //   Ya’ll fuckin’ with an awesome talent //”      [Canibus]   “They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //   They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //   They don’t know how you comin’ man //   They don’t know how you done this shit //   Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”      “They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //   They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //   They don’t know how you comin’ man //   They don’t know how you done this shit //   Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”      [Canibus]   “Yo,   You’ve gotta call this a comeback //   I’ve been here for years //   You should thank God for answering your prayers //   The Hip Hop hero //   Off of Hip Hop skid row //   I’ll rip a show for a beer and a smoke //   You know that Hip Hop flow //   That got them clearing both coasts //   For that Hip Hop show //   Where I appear as the host //   Used to be the type of emcee they were scared to approach //   Nowadays I just share what I know //   Spare what I don’t //   Might act like I care, but I don’t //   See, they want me to share //   It’s only logical they fear what I wrote //   Forty-fives with broken handles //   Go off like roman candles //   Ricocheting through your mans and you //   They’re so busy tryin’ to get an ambulance for you //   They ain’t notice that a fan was hit too //   Plannin’ to sue //   They’ve got a lot of anger for you //   Introduce you to the anger management crew //   With Canibus too //   Switch places with the person that was banishin’ you //   And start stranglin’ you //   And keep stranglin’ you //”      [Canibus]   “They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //   They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //   They don’t know how you comin’ man //   They don’t know how you done this shit //   Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”      Yo,   They don’t know how to double ‘Bis //   They already would’ve done this shit //   Canibus the original thumbprint //   Five emcees, pick one quick //   He’s usually on the thumb you lift //      [Canibus]   “Yo,   Ya’ll fuckin’ with an awesome talent //   I can’t be silent //   Where’s the balance? //   I’m on some Kanye shit //   Waitin’ for my spaceship //   Exercisin’ patience //   Grindin’ for this paper //   The universal language is love //   Not hatred //   Sex, money and drugs destroyed the foundation //   That’s what I would say if I had to make a statement //   When sex, money and drugs built this proud nation //   Salvation without authentication //   False pagans bought lawmakers to orchestrate how the law changes //   We the new breed of fire-breathers //   Inspired speeches got fans fightin’ in bleachers //   They can’t keep quiet neither //   I want to team up with the best there is //   Bless the mic and address what is //   Impress the kids //   The deep life I live is shallow to sheep //   ‘Til I show a couple of scars, let the experience speak //”      [Canibus]   “They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //   They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //   They don’t know how you comin’ man //   They don’t know how you done this shit //   Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”      “They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //   They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //   They don’t know how you comin’ man //   They don’t know how you done this shit //   Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”      [Canibus]   “Yo,   They don’t know how to double ‘Bis //   They already would’ve done this shit //   Canibus the original thumbprint //   Five emcees, pick one quick //   He’s usually on the thumb you lift //”