4 Verses

People say yo Canibus what's up with you When you coming out with something new? Curriculum 2 coming soon, don't even trip my nigga STS114 is it my nigga Record labels ain't putting real emcees out If you need a record deal then you don't deserve to be out Old school style like phones with the rotary dial nigga The Underground holds me down I charge 500G's or better for Fight Club In a Caesar with a skeezer getting my mic rubbed You the type to get hype, smoke weed down the wrong windpipe Straight edged bitch type, piss white Detonate mines, run 8 miles 8 times What's ya MOS, where's ya vest for the 8th time I was born in the woods, trained by a bear Double sided dog teeth, triple coated hair Back from some place, nobody else been.. If I had to go there again, I'd need more men It's over, that's where it all begins Not this external war, but the war within Come on Syllable celibacy, verbal telemetry Mentally I rhyme intelligently, not that many left in me The mind control analyse my soul It was dark and cold as I cried in a hole Insane 40mm grenades My brigade digs for days in dimly lit caves The air strike danger calls to the nearest mic Raise ya hand if ya scared to fight Part of me is in the street, part of me is still wit the beast Part of me still has belief Part of me is counting on the next release Part of me is at peace, the other part of me is deceased Mind Control June 21st Get a hearse call a nurse in reverse, nigga The inferno from Yermo, letting the world know I murk souls through phoenix to reduce the work load I stand in a circle, in a Varna like kirk hole The pasture is dead, where the fuck did the church go? Iller than 'Ichi the Killer', meat poacher gorilla Eat lyrics for dinner, a real emotional spitter Grow potion elixir, my liver mixes the liquor Swisher hanging out my mandibular, I'm the Ripper Been there, been through it, done that, did do it Overseas, now I'm here, in the booth, lips moving Grab the mic, wrist moving, producing like Rick Rubin Why The Lakers still losing? 'Cause Shaq quit hooping Phil Jackson ain't stupid You had the best motherfucking centre in the world and you didn't use him Producing The super-dooper uber producer from Lucifer.. Casket open, inflated with body bags, blast the ocean Fat boatmen tipped over trapped in the open Slow death, high crime, cold breath, cold bet Watch a nigga go get the Cloak from the coat check It's on Agamemnon on the next song Cloak yolk them, Dagger choke them rodeo faggots What nigga duck, fuck banging at your buck buck Hut 1 hut 2 hut 3, HUUTTT Coming through coming through, what y'all niggas wanna do Triple layered H2, crumple zone saved you Seat belts leave welts, call by, need help Call my man T-Rell tell them how the weed smell