DEFENDER'S RAP

• My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'So in the ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chinKnock you out, like ten shots of vodka and ginThe beautiful blend of power and strengthFrom the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles endI verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a niggaPut a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a niggaWho can spit the words quicker than the average man?Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangsAnd mangle your hands on candid cam? The Canibus canThe Canibus can, with the stamina to damage a manHookIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout a strong rhyme to step toI told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!)So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout a strong rhyme to step toI told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!)So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!Verse 2Yo, I spit for it, rhyme for it, live for it, die for it!)Back out the 9, commit a homicide for itIf I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for itI'ma blow trial and do the federal time for itYou mad at the last album, I apologize for itYo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled itBut this time for '99 I got 5 on itYou should double up and put a dime on itMatter of fact, triple your nickel and put 14.99 on itI'ma shine on it, watch Flex drop the bomb on itAbout ten times on it, watch people call a request line for itCipha Sounds keep pushin' rewind on itLook out for the album with the Canibus design on it12 o'clock in the morning you'll be standing on line for itI'm a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it‘Cause I tear down mics and put a out-of-order sign on itHookIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout a strong rhyme to step toI told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!)So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout a strong rhyme to step toI told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!)So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!Verse 3Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristicsOf a hollow-tip at point-blank distanceI flip shit when I spit shit; Father, forgive BisI just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians‘Cause they sounded like idiotsThey went from silver to gold to platinumAfter the millennium they'll probably be wearing IridiumThey so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dickThey'd probably cum heliumY'all niggas can't be serious, I was nice before iceBefore Christ, before the words, "Let there be light"And a light took over the night, I was born with a micLord of the mic, before all plant and animal lifeTook this rap shit to new heightsBefore the Wright brothers took flightBefore dog fightin' and aerial strikesBefore MC's picked up pens and started to writeBefore promotional marketin' and posterlightsThe Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics, punch out lightsPunch out your motherfuckin' eyesight, for the title bout fightAsk Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half priceThe Canibus is too nice; give me that mic!!HookIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout a strong rhyme to step toI told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!)So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout a strong rhyme to step toI told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!)So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!