[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!
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