Punch Lines-Canibus

(feat. Hamza) [Hamza] Canibus, Hamza! Follow us into a new era Where lyrical content is a MUST! [Chorus: Hamza] We cut microphones like, gangsters holdin chrome Like, Toto you far from home Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment When will you learn? Whack lyrics and a hot beat makes your song irrelevant This is not a movie I＇m a poet so it takes more than punchlines to move me [Canibus] Can-I-Bus, your favorite rap star on ice What I talk on the mic make them call on Christ As far as the eye can see, gaze out into the wide sea Look for the island, the island is me I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat Other people slandered my name but I dodged that They don＇t see the missing pieces my thesis provides rap Under the influence, bang ＇Bis music in a Bonneville Buick I see your face, I＇ma crash into it Lyrically I kick a**, if you don＇t wanna know don＇t ask I might do it pro bono for no cash The two-handed choke from the hope Turn your brain and skull to sand and salt, sprinkle you on the floor I didn＇t wanna rap like that, but I had to Cause that＇s what my master would do if he was asked to The perfect music machine, mechanical being The most lyrical digital streams the world has ever seen I did, I do, I does, I am, I will be, I was The same ni**a you love [Chorus] [Canibus] Yo, I hope they film this sh*t, cause I＇m ＇bout to blaze you And get it on tape too, I＇m ＇bout to Kay Slay you Somebody gon＇ grab you - try to escape Hold you down while I perform {?} on your face Why you sound like that, why you tear the mic down like that Why you sound so intense when you rap The airborne attack you can＇t call off Breathe exhaust like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford Drugs rain from the sky, it＇s like the angels want me to die They push me harder cause they want me to try A pitbull off the leash, barkin speech Like a bull in the pit, liftin you off your feet I feel like the world＇s mine, I can park in the streets Kick the world＇s illest rhyme, police officers weak People layin on the concrete, exhausted from heat Watchin John Kerry spit over the mic with more beats This is a little somethin that my repertoire boast I almost, was in control of all coasts... [Chorus] [Canibus] I get advanced rhymes to quote, they all d**e Tote a lyrical landslide, give me all votes But I can be as quiet as they want me to be Cause even though they say my name, they ain＇t talkin to me They talk to magazines, they talk to MTV They up on 106 on BET talkin to Free Big niggaz actin tough, but they walk like they ankles is cuffed Who gives a F**K if your ankles is buff I can ar-ticulate, I wanna participate But they tryin to hold me back, a black ball number eight I pick the microphone up and spark the debate Ever since ninety-eight I been a target for hate Jesus Christ! My name should be He-Bus Mic Even when I rip the sh*t, fans leave uptight But I don＇t know if I＇m right no more But I don＇t know if I＇m right no more [Chorus] {*shotgun blast*}