Canibus

Canibus - Box Cutta' Bladerunna' lyrics

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[18 second car chase intro to start]

[Canibus]

Record industry's most wanted, Rip the Jacker

Wanted for the '98 slayings of several rappers

One of which went on to be a successful actor

Here's the reenactment, he called me at my mansion

But the phone probably rang two times, then I answered

He sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me

He told me that Def Jam wanted to ban me

And told me Tracy Wabels{?} wanted to bang me

Damn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me

Canibus hates the media and the magazines

They add so much credibility to elaborate schemes

Internet chatrooms with live feeds of a rapper

Bein eaten alive by live bees

Sound barriers like the Lockheed, even with knock knees

I run across rough terrain at mach speed

That's a rhyme from like 9-3, it's vivid in the mind

as pictures with six hundred DPI's to a sheet

If I'm high when I speak, the knowledge is deep, solid as concrete

This is real hip-hop for the streets

I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous

They serve me court papers at the studio I did this in

Missin from society, because they lied to me

They didn't want to accept my doctrine of society

I've studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams

In various Ivy Leagues, they respect my esteem

Whattayou want me to rap about? Go 'head, try a theme

Give me a person place or thing, I'll create the time and scene

Somewhere in Afghanistan, U.S.A. survival teams

Keep an eye on their surroundings in the jihad regime

A total riot scene, back and forth

they encrypt fiber optic beams on my album out next spring

You motherfuckin right nigga, I'm about that cream

I promised myself I wouldn't shoot it without that scene

It doesn't look right like Cash Money without that bling

Siblings, I mean we all got the same last name

Jermaine, Williams, that's my name

Say it again, Jermaine Williams, dang!

I think he goes by the name of the Canibus man

And occasionally Rip the Jacker, but never Stan

Get it through your head and don't ask me again

Box cutta', bladerunna', nigga rap 'til you sweat

Have you ever read a book called "The Catcher in the Rye"

It so happens I'm lookin for a copy I can buy

Canibus is comin for y'all 'round the outside

'Round the outside, 'round the outside

A lot of y'all shine, but y'all can't rhyme

And it's about time that I put y'all in line

Twist your mind, with twisted rhymes

As weird as Michael Jackson's nose from the side

Flows that abide are quite bold for the times

No need to hide, your friends are associates of mine

Don't be a stranger, come over some time

I got coke if you do lines, you get a robe at the drive

If you hear the engine knockin just pull over to the side

I guess it hasn't been serviced in all this time

Halloween, "True Hollywood Stories" release date

We should have a "Who Wants to Battle Canibus" sweepstakes

And limit it to three states, New York City, home of the greats

Philly and out West, piece of cake

Old school rappers I wouldn't be around without

ain't got shit to say but keep puttin albums out

Don't let what I said, get you upset

Box cutta', bladerunna', nigga rap 'til you sweat

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