The Mic Disease
(专辑: Micclub Mixtape Master: Volume One - 2005)
[Canibus] Yeah! New York City You are now rockin with the
best, the
'Bus And I'ma test this once (yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go, let's go Aiyyo I'm so updated niggaz get frustrated I'm the
best that you ever heard, nigga fuck your favorite Fuck a
public statement, I'ma say it right here It's quite clear, I'm the
nicest anywhere You paranoid, what's the
reason for that? Scared in the
barbershop chair, with heat in your lap I
drag you out in the
desert, freeze you in fact Pulp trees run out of paper, roll leaf with the
map It's like that, give me dap, Cani-Beezy is back I'ma take 40 million this season in rap Take small change as long as I
can afford range When I'm flyin overseas, I
can't take no small planes If the
course change, I'll be in the
cockpit With the
glock cocked, lookin at the
pilot all strange Jason Jermaine, born Williams as a
false name U.S. military trained, remember one thang I
remember was no other soldier like me My M-4 carbine bang nightly Hand combat Tai-Chi, fight me I'm Sagittarius, so I
don't like Pisces Effect you with the
mic disease, try to breathe Airborne spores reach overseas with light breeze Out in Waikiki with ki's and G's On a
hammock with my trees like, what you need? Got shorties in tight jeans over there, this is what life means She suck me off, then she take me sightseein Spendin per diem with a
real nicely tanned Korean She and her friend, they drive a
little BM Picked me up at 10 P.M., took me to the
VM Cause I
was already kinda leanin off the
Seagram's I'm feelin weak, blame it on the
herb rush Yo that's Kay Slay bangin Lloyd Banks? Turn it up I
got a
track after this one, I
burnt it up Big Shaq, Money Mark, Canibus, you heard of us I
do you rhyme surplus, words deluxe Manufactured the
'Bus, just observe me once I'm the
bright light before you, the
first of one Kay Slay brought me back cause they worshipped son The
cursed one, my hip-hop heartbeat thump Who that punk talkin junk, I'll punch the
chump Badunkadunk, like Lil' Jon on crunk Have wonton for lunch with Brazilian fudge Toss a
rock my way, and I'll probably throw a
million slugs Be at your door with a
million thugs!