| 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 Bhagavad Gita 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 need some dick | |
| Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride | |
| Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride | |
| Verse 3: Canibus | |
| Yo physically I move at a velocity | |
| That'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me | |
| My concrete jungle is like Jumaji | |
| Illa than what you seen in the cinema | |
| A 5'8' nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders | |
| My brain consists of twin pentium chips | |
| Double the clock speeds of a 586 | |
| And nothin about my physical matrix is basic | |
| I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin | |
| You be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes | |
| It's like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time | |
| Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time | |
| It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind | |
| ?Fog on the street corn frontin like I'm heated? | |
| ?From my cup of tea but don't give them the rest? | |
| Mothafuckin ?fags? | |
| And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow | |
| old school old school | |
| And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow | |
| old school old school | |
| Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials | |
| Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the east just ride | |
| Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the west just ride | |
| East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride |
| 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 Bhagavad Gita 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 paraphysical 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 anglosax 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 need some dick | |
| Just ride, just ride, just ride e' rybody just ride | |
| Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride | |
| Verse 3: Canibus | |
| Yo physically I move at a velocity | |
| That' ll break your stopwatch if you clockin me | |
| My concrete jungle is like Jumaji | |
| Illa than what you seen in the cinema | |
| A 5' 8' nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders | |
| My brain consists of twin pentium chips | |
| Double the clock speeds of a 586 | |
| And nothin about my physical matrix is basic | |
| I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin | |
| You be so surprised you won' t believe your own eyes | |
| It' s like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time | |
| Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time | |
| It' s like explainin color to a man that was born blind | |
| ? Fog on the street corn frontin like I' m heated? | |
| ? From my cup of tea but don' t give them the rest? | |
| Mothafuckin ? fags? | |
| And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow | |
| old school old school | |
| And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow | |
| old school old school | |
| Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials | |
| Just ride, just ride e' rybody in the east just ride | |
| Just ride, just ride e' rybody in the west just ride | |
| East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride |
| 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 Bhagavad Gita 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 paraphysical 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 anglosax 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 need some dick | |
| Just ride, just ride, just ride e' rybody just ride | |
| Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride | |
| Verse 3: Canibus | |
| Yo physically I move at a velocity | |
| That' ll break your stopwatch if you clockin me | |
| My concrete jungle is like Jumaji | |
| Illa than what you seen in the cinema | |
| A 5' 8' nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders | |
| My brain consists of twin pentium chips | |
| Double the clock speeds of a 586 | |
| And nothin about my physical matrix is basic | |
| I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin | |
| You be so surprised you won' t believe your own eyes | |
| It' s like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time | |
| Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time | |
| It' s like explainin color to a man that was born blind | |
| ? Fog on the street corn frontin like I' m heated? | |
| ? From my cup of tea but don' t give them the rest? | |
| Mothafuckin ? fags? | |
| And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow | |
| old school old school | |
| And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow | |
| old school old school | |
| Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials | |
| Just ride, just ride e' rybody in the east just ride | |
| Just ride, just ride e' rybody in the west just ride | |
| East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride |
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