Stop Frontin

(Canibus)

When you swing it, make sure you mean it

Swift knee kick to the penis, that can happen real quick genius

Satisfaction through an action, old fashioned

Close caption ain't looking at it, that's when it trap you

The Art of War's the war of art

Two emcees going in, going off, look how the vocals come off

Perfect, the beat synchronize to the verses

Perfect, you are learning to worship the serpent

At first to servants what we spit seem worthless

But if you give it urgent, you will witness purpose

This style of language we challenged, exiled and banished

They gave it to Keith Murray and Canibus

I write 'til the ink pen ends

Yet again, leather hands being held together by rubber bands

The metaphor approaches, agoraphobic poets protest

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Parabolic electronics

Listen to far off objects that are more interesting to talk with

I stock market crash it then park it

Tax order in my rap office, pays cash on the province

Soon now very soon, we are going to see the king

Take off your watch and your rings

Let me see the floor touch your chin

You will never touch another microphone again

(Canibus)

So beware, camouflage is the colour of fear

Undergods been underground for a billion years

See we make fresh rhymes daily

We the Burnout Brothers, nigga, really?

Things just stink and we made a billion rhymes

Just imagine if you did this a trillion times

Lines on the paper look like a grid locator

But at first there is always no data

Better to die for this than to live for yourself

What the fuck type of way is that to say we need help

How much for a verse, we just raised the price

It costs a round trip flight and thirty days and nights

Let me give you some advice

Never in life try to emulate the things you see us doing on the mic

Just sign this roster and line up over there with ya mamma

And wait till we bring out your father

STOP FRONTIN