(Chorus x2: Canibus) Hip Hop, do that body rock Jam on it, Keep smoking Hip Hop do, that body rock I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style Hah (Canibus) Yeah, c'mon now, get on down Can-I-Bus, back with the Hip Hop sound Twenty-years deep in this culture, compulsive Every day, this was the dream that I woke with Outside chilling, B-Boy's spinning Pretending not to notice the supreme-choice women I rep the Rude Boy Natty Dread posse And the dirty balhead Zombie's behind me Turn the lights up, pick the mic up Get them hyped up, looking for the right cut I don't like much, but I love to bust At the crowd 'cause they love the rush The markings on my arm was drawn They symbolize the art of Hip Hop in it's rawest form We can take it to the stage like we going to war Low crawling through the crowd we perform on tour Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow I was 'Gone 'Til November', six December's ago So (Chorus x2) (Canibus) Every day is a piece of eternity that we control That's why Rap music feeds the soul DJ drop needle, I shock people There's a mic doc in the house and he's not legal Canibus just entered the building y'all If you looking for the illest star, feel me y'all I get a call, slide through Diego Hit the Bay off, with something less than a day old Here's a hot one for you to hold The super-emcee SuperBowl, winner takes all The 'Fahrenheit 9/11' rhyme weapon The underground give me credit when I'm sound checking I feel like it's now or never The rhymes stay clever when the wisdom-teeth grind together Go to sleep, I can't go to sleep unless I write something Then stay awake, I can't stay awake unless I recite something I can't recite something without tight substance When I'm busting, I leave **********ing mics busted (chorus) 2X *20 seconds of beat playin*
(Chorus x2: Canibus) Hip Hop, do that body rock Jam on it, Keep smoking Hip Hop do, that body rock I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style Hah (Canibus) Yeah, c'mon now, get on down Can-I-Bus, back with the Hip Hop sound Twenty-years deep in this culture, compulsive Every day, this was the dream that I woke with Outside chilling, B-Boy's spinning Pretending not to notice the supreme-choice women I rep the Rude Boy Natty Dread posse And the dirty balhead Zombie's behind me Turn the lights up, pick the mic up Get them hyped up, looking for the right cut I don't like much, but I love to bust At the crowd 'cause they love the rush The markings on my arm was drawn They symbolize the art of Hip Hop in it's rawest form We can take it to the stage like we going to war Low crawling through the crowd we perform on tour Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow I was 'Gone 'Til November', six December's ago So (Chorus x2) (Canibus) Every day is a piece of eternity that we control That's why Rap music feeds the soul DJ drop needle, I shock people There's a mic doc in the house and he's not legal Canibus just entered the building y'all If you looking for the illest star, feel me y'all I get a call, slide through Diego Hit the Bay off, with something less than a day old Here's a hot one for you to hold The super-emcee SuperBowl, winner takes all The 'Fahrenheit 9/11' rhyme weapon The underground give me credit when I'm sound checking I feel like it's now or never The rhymes stay clever when the wisdom-teeth grind together Go to sleep, I can't go to sleep unless I write something Then stay awake, I can't stay awake unless I recite something I can't recite something without tight substance When I'm busting, I leave **********ing mics busted (chorus) 2X *20 seconds of beat playin*
