miss a point Counting throughout the day It's me now that they want I'm so much better Not all make it through you know Not all make it through My future
I see the falling snow If we make it through December Got plans to be in a warmer town Come summer time Maybe even California If we make it through
make it through December Everythings gonna be all right I know It's the coldest time of winter And I shivver when I see the fallin snow If we make it through
da wieder?' [Tash] And I'm the superstar-studded, warmblooded, heavily butted Rhyme killer from the Westcoast, hate it or love it When push come to shove it
monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it
mud with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up yo, you wonder where I am right now I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up dead or
I'm getting tired of having to remind you Bis If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis [Bis] What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a
best of Bis oftenly rearrange Moto atomic elements, with a deft intelligence The highest professorship, my English etiquette compels me to not say it if I can't spell it
fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? No time to make
em [R] Nah, I'ma pin 'em [C] Nah, Lemme finish 'em [R] Nah, it's time to pin 'em [C] C'mon, Ra, lemme finish 'em [R] Nah 'Bis, I'ma put it in 'em
second to none in this profession [Canibus] I spit it exquisite And rip it minute by minute I'm in it to win it You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished
' to remind you Bis If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis [Bis:] C'mon Rip, you a lyin' ass bitch and you know it Group Home was part my
[Canibus] You want a facelift? This what it take 'Bis A beat that'll make a nigga think an earthquake hit The blue collar rapper, enigmatic, democratic
don't know, but I'ma let 'em know (They don't know 'Bis, they don't know 'Bis) How to flow how to (they don't know 'Bis) How to go how to, how to.. Yo
pillow over your nostrils and just feel so sorrowful It doesn't make me feel powerful, it's just a parable It's just a rhyme really none of this is tangible
I flipped it, a True Hollywood Story I manipulated this miserable music business Then I caked off two, by going independent How much you make an album? About ten cents I make
's got tired of Bis and lied to theyselves like they never relied on Bis The real rock of the game, people have climbed on Bis rhyme mo' sick then anybody