Verse 1: Canibus

Yo yo

If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks

My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat

The buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep

Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique

Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin

With irrefutably remarkable timin

I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin

If you John Blaze or you James Flames

Or you Jack Cremation I'm Jermaine Propaine

No pain, no gain in this rap game

For the fortune and fame in order to remain

Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change

Or get washed away like tears in the rain

Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride

Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride

When you in the streets and you drivin in your v

If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers

Old school old school

Everybody gots to pack a mack

Verse 2: Canibus

Yo

If you wanna know how I kick a flow

When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know

It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical miracle

And I'ma blackout in a minute two

Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what

I'm finna to get a gun and stick em up

Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug

The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack

With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax

In fact nigga don't even give me dap when I see you

Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either

When you see me wylin like Beanie on the speakers

"Sim simma" who got the fire for my reefer?

You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib

And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate

Old school old school

You locked up and she nee