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