It's about that time, you know me,
I'm about that rhyme
Cannabis and terminology,
two of hip -hop's top chiefs,
watch me
Cannabis, lyrically fit, terminology's bent
A million bars, verse 16 start like this
A rack of bars laid stacked on the floor
above the doors of the Bombay
I could drop bombs all day,
any city, all states
Any place, any muscles, they all ate
My metaphors break jaws out of place
30 shots, change cultures, lock, reload
What up, he -ho?
I throw bullets the size of burritos
Prototypes, peoples,
built by Lockheed on the East Coast
Drag you by the feet with 30 feet of rope
Gotta pay dues, dude,
put you on YouTube
One million views at that
moment you lose
Against the freckle -faced elephant man
With cold, clammy, gelatin hands
Research and develop the plan
Cause now everybody hollerin'
Hip -hop ain't bringin' the dollars in
Radio ain't got no more tolerance
Objection sustained
Y 'all niggas can't fuck with Jermaine
You can't verify the shit that he claim
Just a man in the Matrix
I stand by my statements
Every time I run a program
They erase it
The plot unfolds
You hear the army snare drum roll
The beat tolls
Cause you know I got soul
Yo, I rap alone
Strap a microphone round my chest
Like a saxophone
Fully automated battle
Can't miss a terminology
White hot speech
Black bop beats
You listening to hip -hop's
cheats
Terminology, what's the prophecy?
Show em how you got the
right to rock with me
Boy, you better fry that beat
You'll be the last of a downed breed
The ones who kept your heart racing
like a pound of speed
The ones who bodied anybody
that was on the scene
The ones who never sold
out like Condoleezza
On their young peeps
The big night packing, windpipe slashing
Big pipe blasting,
keep mine stashing my designer jeans
The truth is this, for you stupid pricks
Never underestimate my ruthlessness
A celebrated crucifix
Every rhyme you write,
it's like you moving bricks
I sold way too,
but I ain't on that stupid shit
I write intelligent, relevant,
elegant, heresy, rhetoric
These rap dudes ain't
even competitive
Should I let them live?
Nah, fuck that, you'll bust
I've been looking for someone
that I can bust that
Through trust that
Ain't another rapper alive
that can touch that
After I crush that
Fuck all the simple shit,
I got this shit locked like Middleton
Plus I keep swinging like Wimbledon
You fake motherfuckers is weak and ignorant
I speak deliberately at you
for the ruger clap you
Let the bullets catch you,
why would I shake your hand?
We got beef like Red Sox
and Yankee fans
Before I shake your man
and cut back his face
I levitate my soul up to the pearly gates
Ask God if I'm really getting
in for a kill again
Should I just pray for my sins?
No convertible, no face in the wind
Just a basement, some gin
and some goons that'll murder you
You wanna act macho, I got a Glock so big
It'll blow your fucking
wig out your tie hole
You lost souls, only worry bout a canto
You'll get your fuckin' face
split like a rock show
It's non -stop, yo, the turmoil I'm in
I love to see the slugs boil your skin
This ain't no boys to men,
none of that soft shit
Even stronghold cats know
I got a poison pen
They say your boy's a gem,
I'm a diamond in the rough
Goopy bitches,
they be climbin' in the trunk
Your weak scriptures
sound a little rough
Treat rappers like Hitler,
how I line them up
After that, you can find them in the trunk
Ten pussycats bleedin'
like that time of the month
Metaphorically,
ain't nobody as raw as me
But more importantly,
I will just destroy your beef
No snappin', no poppin', no dancin'
Just some Hannibal Leck
and Charles Manson
The question cannot bust,
well here's the answer
A body in me,
rapper you know with no handgun
I'm so handsome,
but I got a devilish grin
Original man with devilish skin
I put the blade to your face,
put a clef in your chin
You feel you dustin' the wind
and steppin' the ring
But, you know you got a better chance
seeing
Cannabis and Wyclef connecting again
I cut the net off the rim
and hold the trophy up
You wanna battle both of us,
man, you must be smokin' dust
Cannot bust, turn it out
Murder Moss on the track
you
