Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?
Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?ve
us walk the straight and narrow and avoid the crooked Ruff and tough, with out the afro puff It's the supernatural "stuff", all about His blood like we're Dracula With spectacular spiritual vernacular Like
tricks Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like
see cops behind me Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby It's my perrogative like Whitney'
appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics, beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life" "While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' like
but I can't speak about your pain for you How long can you burn for anyways Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth,
lion's eye Lying in a cage Only sees the good underneath the rage A challenge is more than an open door Like wolves feed on the sheep I don't want to fight
like gunshots and hot shells The last time I stopped rappin' coffin makers stock fell Like a seeled water hose I got rap locked well but your album is
thanks for Collie weed, never-ever sniff a line Conquering Lion, two hundred twenty-fifth in line If we say we pro-war, only in the fight for peace Man
smoke dye down, Insomnia style I won't lye down, fight the good fight don't need no help, keep your hands up defend yourself, move like I move and live
beat from across the street And huh-huh, Beat Street is a lesson, too Because ah, you can't let the streets beat you Uh! Well, a picture can express
party like an open bar, We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart, Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar, So bizarre, roll thick like smokers
it back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm not alone [Chorus 2x] Well I like to hang with Tall Jess
she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with
I could write about my miserable life, critical nights Fought physical in the spiritual fight Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white Let me tell you what my visuals like
atheism? Or do he just hate religion He's fly, then he looks like a bum then he's fly again Wonder what's his outcome? Well, soon all y'all will know
[feat. MJ Robinson] You can try to fight us, you'll collide with lions. I am likely to triumph, despite 9 of us dying. 300 of us, 3 million of them.