| Sumerian, Chinese, Egyptian, Latin |
| Nobody can match Canibus when I’m rappin (what happened?) |
| Captain Cold Crush get it crackin |
| There’s more than one person right now that’s not laughin |
| Squash microphones with unknown chromosomes |
| To discover the codes that controls the brain’s frontal lobes |
| The pineal gland glows (go! go! go!) |
| Don’t look back, I got ya back bro |
| He’s a high profile target, code name Sergeant Armpits |
| He was Rakim Allah’s first artist |
| Lemme bus' em; naw, I’m a punish em, Ra |
| I’m a show you how the mothafuckin government lie |
| Got nothin to do with pride, you must realize |
| Few of us will be alive by Solar Cycle 25 |
| I tried to look for solutions, that’s not enough time |
| They won’t be satisfied til every one of us die |
| Aight, calm the fuck down and listen to my rhymes |
| The only way that you can free yourself is your mind |
| First thing you gotta do is put the antagonism behind |
| Then you gotta put ya life on the line |
| The reward is great; the risk? Even greater |
| Fellowship can only make a Braveheart braver |
| Watch who you followin, watch who you praisin |
| «Yes We Can"backwards is «Thank You Satan» |
| YES I’m Jamaican; YES I’m a patriot |
| NO I will not forsake you for a paycheck |
| YES this is victory, YES I can taste it |
| NO I’m not a Mason, I’m followin my trainin |
| They monitor my body functions from central London |
| My heart rate is thumpin, I suffer from numbness |
| A robot arm shoves the drugs in |
| My scrubs are disgustin and sullen, I smell like cub skin |
| Funky, funky, funky odor; Bridgewater, South Dakota |
| My spit fizz like soda, I’m in a coma |
| In a pagoda, nurse McLovin |
| Says she wouldn’t fuck me if I was her husband |
| Don’t trust the bitch |
| I’m in a warehouse alone |
| I hear doors open and close, |
| No phone, no intercom controls |
| Wouldn’t matter anyway I’m in a paranormal zone |
| Goose bumps grow, I could hear a few ghosts moan |
| I’m a mastermind, tryin to amplify the frequency of the rhyme |
| So I can learn to fly |
| So yeah, fuck a punchline |
| I’m past that prime, that’s not a crime |
| So go find someone else to dick ride |
| Focus on the truth, it’s long overdue |
| It woulda never happened if I told you what I wanted to do |
| The Inconvenient Truth is a convenient truth |
| 012 solar cycle 24 commin soon |
| I promise you Canibus achieved the impossible |
| It’s only logical it’s time for the truth |
| Whether I’m gonna be around to witness it or not |
| I spit this shit for hip-hop |
| Twitter niggas type their hype they write Canibus smash the mic |
| Cause you can’t blackball the light |
| They know my hands always been tied |
| You call that a fight? |
| Give me the mic I call in an airstrike |
| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
| There’s some things in this worls that money can’t buy |
| Respect, honor, fuck it, it’s all corrupted |
| The media can not be trusted |
| You shouldn’t need a budget, to rep hip-hop |
| You don’t have to suck dick just to get your shot |
| Just work with what you got |
| Don’t be a robot, be human |
| Influenced by hip-hop music |
| It ain’t nothin like |
| It ain’t nothin like |
| It ain’t nothin like hip-hop music |
| It ain’t nothin like |
| It ain’t nothin like |
| It ain’t nothink like hip-hop music |
| 50 plus bars is some new shit |
| It’s called Melatonin Magik and music |
| 50 plus bars is some new shit |
| It’s called Melatonin Magik and music |
| No bullshit |
| Take it back to 1997 exclusive clue shit |
| The most intrusive MC in hip-hop music |
| Lyrically you can’t do shit |