Yeah
Copywrite, Canibus
Copywrite, Canibus
Yeah
The beach by Surak, he gonna murder the drop
About to spit this shit, murder the drop
Yo, I was twelve years old when I wrote my first poem
At eighteen I hooked up with Lost Boys and Group Home
By twenty-one I murdered the microphone
With Clark Kent spitting 22 2's on the phone
They wanted punchlines so I bust the rhymes
To show them whatever they do, they couldn't fuck with mines
They want rhymes that are dumbed down that still dumbfound
Come around buck town, I'ma make 'em duck down
I catch bodies like I was an instructor for karate
And I was instructing you to stop me
Rhyme like an animal, never sound sloppy
The Beast from the East get busy, do you copy?
Canibus on the mic, Copywrite to my right
Kick a hole in the speaker and pull the plug on site
On a beat slow like this, I flow like this
To make sure when I perform it that you know my shit
I stop like being told that I'm the best
I don't even say it myself, I like to see 'em sweat
2,000 degrees melt 20,000 emcees
Copywrite and Canibus got the mic disease
I stop like being told that I'm the best
I don't even say it myself, I like to see 'em sweat
2,000 degrees melt 20,000 emcees
Copywrite and Canibus got the mic disease
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