Let's Ride-D-Loc

Let's Ride - D-Loc Verse 1: canibus Yo, yo If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat The bhagavad gita beliefs I speak be so deep Most critics get mad because theres nothin to critique Whenever Im rappin or rhymin With irrefutably remarkable timin Im like charlie chaplin pantamimin If you john blaze or you james flames Or you jack cremation, Im jermaine propaine No pain, no gain in this rap game For the fortune and fame in order to remain Most real mcs learn to adapt to the change Or get washed away like tears in the rain Just ride, just ride, just ride erybody just ride Just ride, just ride, just ride erybody just ride When you in the streets and you drivin in your v If you can see what I see, youre prepared for the jackers Old school old school Everybody gots to pack a mack Verse 2: canibus Yo If you wanna know how I kick a flow When I rip a show with my lyrical Im a let you know Its difficult cause Im a part spiritual part para-physical miracle And ima blackout in a minute two Spittin like bone thugs like ni**a what Im finna to get a gun and stick em up Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax In fact ni**a dont even give me dap when I see you Just dont give me no ice grill eye contact either When you see me wylin like beanie on the speakers sim simma who got the fire for my reefer? You came home from a bid a ni**a was in your crib And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate Old school old school You locked up and she need some dick Just ride, just ride, just ride erybody just ride Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride Verse 3: canibus Yo physically I move at a velocity Thatll break your stopwatch if you clockin me My concrete jungle is like jumaji Illa than what you seen in the cinema A 58 ni**a with more horsepower than eight cylinders My brain consists of twin pentium chips Double the clock speeds of a 586 And nothin about my physical matrix is basic I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin You be so surprised you wont believe your own eyes Its like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time Its like explainin color to a man that was born blind ? fog on the street corn frontin like Im heated? ? from my cup of tea but dont give them the rest? Motha*****in ? fags? And if you still out here I kick your a** tomorrow Old school old school And if you still out here I kick your a** tomorrow Old school old school Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials Just ride, just ride erybody in the east just ride Just ride, just ride erybody in the west just ride East to the west to the north to the south down south just ride