Let's Ride

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 buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin With irrefutably remarkable timin I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin If you John Blaze or you James Flames Or you Jack Cremation I'm Jermaine Propaine No pain, no gain in this rap game For the fortune and fame in order to remain Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change Or get washed away like tears in the rain Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride When you in the streets and you drivin in your v If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers Old school old school Everybody gots to pack a mack Verse 2: Canibus Yo If you want to know how I kick a flow When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical miracle And I'ma blackout in a minute two Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what I'm 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 nigga don't even give me dap when I see you Just don't 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 nigga 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 e'rybody just ride Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my just ride Verse 3: Canibus Yo physically I move at a velocity That'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me My concrete jungle is like Jumaji Illa than what you seen in the cinema A 5'8" nigga 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 won't believe your own eyes It's like a jamaican seein the snow for the first time Rhymes of a sort it distort space and time It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind ?Fog on the street corn frontin like I'm heated? ?From my cup of tea but don't give them the rest? Mothafuckin ?fags? And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow old school old school And if you still out here I kick your ass tomorrow old school old school Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack vials Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the east just ride Just ride, just ride e'rybody in the west just ride East to the West to the North to the South Down South just ride