The Mic Disease

Canibus

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    [Canibus]
    Yeah! New York City
    You are now rockin with the best, the 'Bus
    And I'ma test this once (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Let's go, let's go

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    Aiyyo I'm so updated niggaz get frustrated
    I'm the best that you ever heard, nigga fuck your favorite
    Fuck a public statement, I'ma say it right here
    It's quite clear, I'm the nicest anywhere
    You paranoid, what's the reason for that?
    Scared in the barbershop chair, with heat in your lap
    I drag you out in the desert, freeze you in fact
    Pulp trees run out of paper, roll leaf with the map
    It's like that, give me dap, Cani-Beezy is back
    I'ma take 40 million this season in rap
    Take small change as long as I can afford range
    When I'm flyin overseas, I can't take no small planes
    If the course change, I'll be in the cockpit
    With the glock cocked, lookin at the pilot all strange
    Jason Jermaine, born Williams as a false name
    U.S. military trained, remember one thang
    I remember was no other soldier like me
    My M-4 carbine bang nightly
    Hand combat Tai-Chi, fight me
    I'm Sagittarius, so I don't like Pisces
    Effect you with the mic disease, try to breathe
    Airborne spores reach overseas with light breeze
    Out in Waikiki with ki's and G's
    On a hammock with my trees like, what you need?
    Got shorties in tight jeans over there, this is what life means
    She suck me off, then she take me sightseein
    Spendin per diem with a real nicely tanned Korean
    She and her friend, they drive a little BM
    Picked me up at 10 P.M., took me to the VM
    Cause I was already kinda leanin off the Seagram's
    I'm feelin weak, blame it on the herb rush
    Yo that's Kay Slay bangin Lloyd Banks? Turn it up
    I got a track after this one, I burnt it up
    Big Shaq, Money Mark, Canibus, you heard of us
    I do you rhyme surplus, words deluxe
    Manufactured the 'Bus, just observe me once
    I'm the bright light before you, the first of one
    Kay Slay brought me back cause they worshipped son
    The cursed one, my hip-hop heartbeat thump
    Who that punk talkin junk, I'll punch the chump
    Badunkadunk, like Lil' Jon on crunk
    Have wonton for lunch with Brazilian fudge
    Toss a rock my way, and I'll probably throw a million slugs
    Be at your door with a million thugs!

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