No doubt Ya’llUhWhy notcan-i-bus about to blow up the spot103 JamzYea, chillin wit my manWit the Sean John shirt onUh – Swift handsCut the record up*scratching in the background*Bout to bust it upYea, YoI radiate, like plutonium rods that glowGot ya counters drumroll when i’m about to flowPatriarch wit the heart of Napoleon BonaparteStomp across continents to conquer my artI’m a millenium lyricistArea 51 physicistRhymes hot enough to melt the wax on turntable before the DJeven starts spinnin itMy rhymes could melt the wax right off the back of Kid IcarusSharper than the shit you shank niggaz witSharper than scissor tipsSharper than rings on RZA’s fistIt’s ridiculousHow so many of you niggaz figure datMaybe we could get a name is Canibus disses usI know how you niggaz thinkYou figure sinceYou already a pussyYou might a well gimme syphalisEnvious cuz ya rhymes are infiniteAnd you lyrically limited to the little boxes you livin inI’m as dangerous as they comeDangerous with or without a gunI been dangerous since day oneRhyme blows explode like pyrosStick to ya ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoe’sYou get ya head flown if you dumb in da domeOr struck wit some stones til you feel numb in the bonesYou betta keep ya big mouth closedFor i stick the mussle of dat chrome in the hole unda ya noseSend a signal to my index and tell it to foldIn the direction of my wrist bones to release ya soulI told you to freezeIf I was you I woulda frozeBut you chose the other route – got blown from the hosePistol to ya mugCripple ya tongueRip thru ya lung