Canibus

Canibus - Let's Ride lyrics

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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 wanna 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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Universal Records Inc.

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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