Verse 1:. Yo Yo Aye Yo!. I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer. Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.. Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit.
*Helicopter flying, and Pilot talkin*. . "Record Industries most wanted: Rip The Jacker:". . Wanted for the '98 slayings of several rappers. One of which went on to be a successful actor.
[Mr. Cheeks]. Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death. Park side, Queen's niggaz represent. Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style. Represent niggaz in and out the P now.
Behind enemy rhymes, when the curriculum storms. Behind enemy rhymes, when the curriculum storms. . It's like this yo, check it out, uh, yo. When the curriculum storms.
[Rip]. Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement. And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense. Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a weight bench.
[Mr.Cheeks ]. Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass. Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass. I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection.
If im hawking you it ain't because I respect you god,. Its because im trying to find a perfect place for me to sh*t on,. N*ggas hear about me and discreetly set up a date to me,.
[Mr.Cheeks ]. Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass. Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass. I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection.
[canibus]. Yo yo, I just appeared outta nowhere, 1980 was the year. Engineered as a biological weapon of warfare. Now with this I generate with more fear.
[Canibus]. Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs. Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script. Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit.
Yo, my offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad. Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit. In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object. Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'.
[Chorus]. Doop-doop da-da... It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A.. Doop-doop da-da... It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A.. Doop-doop da-da...
Yeah! That's the beat right there.. I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.. So don't try this at home yo.. Yo yo yo. . My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans.
[Chorus]. This is the C section. Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven. This is the C section. A lyrical legend second to none in this profession.
[Eightball]. . DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know where you heard it first. My man Cardin, G. Black, Ralph, Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX.
[Intro - Royce talking]. Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches. . [Verse 1 - Canibus]. Bar Exam 2. I landslide you to lava below.
Your minutemen don't stand a chance inside mi casa. Even with Viagra, disband, God no, may I say nada?. I used to be naive and dress fresh when I was small.
Yeah, yeah. Me and my man Com Sense. Rallying troops like Joseph Stalin. Where you at, yo?. . I'm about to make the name Com Sense a name you fear. Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared.
mic club x4. . this is a favorite short sayin of mine. two famous lines. time flies, especially when you listeining to rhymes. the words will come time, and time is ?.
Canibus]. Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones. Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro. I zigzag throughout sly loam.