Top Songs By Canibus
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bronze Nazareth
Performer
Canibus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Germaine Williams
Composer
Justin Cross
Composer
Matthew Markoff
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Markoff
Executive Producer
Germaine Williams
Executive Producer
Michael Mania-Bond
Producer
Lyrics
I've let niggas like you caught me off guard
Before the mid wagon comes and scrapes them up, nigga!
You've got in the guts, you made a move
So I can mop the floor with your ass
I and I gonna take you to a place, you see
You never been there before
I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!)
I and I gonna take you to a place, you see
You never been there before
I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!) (Show your finger)
Copacabana, cut your tongue off with katana
The warmonger wearin' Bodhidharma body armor (armor)
Son of Ravana, Ashwatthama Maharatha
Parama Brahman, supreme Rasta
Practice extreme Prajna, samsara this is nirvana
Buddhavacana from Tathāgatagarbha
My forefathers conscious like Dhyānas
You don't even understand what I'm sayin', be honest
Lightning bolt Vajrayana, thunderbolt Obama
With B.A. Baracus, a black tomahawk chopper (show your finger)
Mr. T doin' the Cha Cha, dressed like Zulu Shaka
Eatin' green eggs, hasa and salsa
You know you wearing bootleg when the logo is too big
When the tag says, "Made in Manolo Jesus crib"
Matte black AR, ACOGs, and K Bars
You make duck sauce outta Gog and Magog
The airborne flippers with meteorite zippers
Tell the skipper to use his Helio Lights dimmers (show your finger)
You know you ain't in the right business, you like to spit I like to listen
We like hyenas babysittin' some kittens
I swoop down like a winged griffin and pinch 'em
Leave his limbs missin', dirty ass feet like city pigeons
I and I gonna take you to a place, you see
You never been there before
I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!)
I and I gonna take you to a place, you see (show your finger)
You never been there before
I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!)
Yeah, I promise piranhas, minor marijuana farmer
White widow spider lighter, plantain clips for llamas
Atomic, Verlander's slider shell providers
Catch comets, cigarillo's spell, cumulus climber
Spit shine, a uterus finer, secluded survivor
Diva scuba diver combined with urban MacGyver rhymer
Matte black clouds on top of (show-) my family opera
My mood is chupacabra sprinkled with ocean liners
In St. Lucian waters, screws loosen hardest armor
The constant garden mixed with George Carver, Pearl Harbors
Swirl diamonds in my verse, train of thought robbers
Chisel chopper chapters, Montego Bay climates
Visible monuments inside the sound, acknowledge it
Kevlaar halos when I ride we gonna poli kid
Meanwhile demolishing, disembowelment (show your finger)
Slit your collagen, hologram, disappear like Hollow Man
Sharpen pen, drill darts through his cardigan
Autograph a camel toe, marvelous artisan
Casual till the cannon blow, harvest my sonogram
There'll never be another like me, he probably REM
You hate to admit you feelin' it like a phantom limb
No plaques but I planted platinum whims
Jesus feet not one of the Kings? Sacrilege! (Show your finger)
Writer(s): Germaine Williams, Justin Cross
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