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[Intro] Canibus, Keith Murray Keith Murray, Canibus [Hook] We take "1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9" Emcees, they put 'em in a line They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2" "Til the meter says 9-9-9" [Verse 1: Keith Murray] Y'all tryna hit 'em with the old bada boom bada bing Y'all remain slaves, we remain kings Fall back haters,let us do the damn thing Damn, don't blame us, God gave us this hang He made it bang bang, so we shot like bling bling From here to every dark cell in Sing-Sing I've never been a hater, I'm a nigga-lover I'll bite off the face of Dog the Bounty Hunter I'm a mover and a shaker, you a born loser Come through it, throw you win the Heimlich maneuver Your chick she a Hoover, my diving gear is scuba I'm a dog spelled backwards don't eat oo ganooba Eye, patch it up like Slick Rick the Ruler We got more lyrical broadbandwidth than a computer What the hooter? Blast off like a luger My squad be "Disturbing Tha Peace" like Luda! [Hook x 2] "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9" Emcees they put 'em in a line They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2" "'Til the meter says 9-9-9" [Verse 2: Canibus] I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal One millennium later, I'm still a cannibal Hands free answerable, memory expansible, sample you Question you, answer you, dismantle you To examine you in the flight path, a light craft If my rhymes climb height too fast you might crash Tried to get through though, it YouTube taping Benazir Bhutto The assassin got too close Search party found a body, no prints, just nobbies Corpse smell like pastrami, anybody care to stop me? The mic's out of tune, tell the sound engineer 'bada bing bada boom' sound check one two You, what were you thinking? Who the fuck cares about lyrics? How can this even exist? It's the smiley face attached to the paper next to the gun rack Copenhagen did six sets of tracks [Hook x 2] "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9" Emcees they put 'em in a line They hit 'em with the "1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2" "'Til the meter says 9-9-9" [Verse 3: Keith Murray & Canibus] Been in these streets for years, it made us some animals So it's understandable when I make you a vegetable Respect our rep, step-by-step, maniacal Give you something you can feel, real, more tangible Coming against us, you're gonna have your hands full Get knocked down from the blindside like Suge Whether freestyle or written, we some mic titans Y'all talk shit and apologize like Mike Tyson Cannibalise the kid spitting something that is fit for consumption Some niggas hate it some niggas love it, the shot will make you stiff in your stomach A thousand bars and running You still tryna spit a hundred, too stubborn to see the UnderGods coming At Robert Lange Studio pressing buttons Plugging microphones in and busting, Big Punisher never punches I don't know how he does it, but he would be proud of it Canibus, Keith Murray, UnderGods, we coming!