(feat. Shaq Diesel)



[Shaq Diesel {Canibus}]

(One) Yo yo (One two!)

Yo Big {Talk to me Big}

(Check me out right here yo)

Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!

{Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!

(You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)

{Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!

(All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)

Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more

(Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}

(Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations

A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?

{Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}

Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout

{Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)



[Canibus]

Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever

I'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga

I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act

The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq



[Shaq Diesel]

In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit

I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks

You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty

Real black and shitty, wife real pretty

Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me

I bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty

MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal

IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital

Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike

Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson

Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous

Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust



[Canibus]

Can-I-bust verbal to burst you

Raw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through

I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down

Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down

Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound

Kiss the ground as you lay face down

Ghetto life is a death sentence

Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine

I am Shogun, loved by no one

My props stop when the show's done, how come?

These uncreative ungrateful scum

Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from

Let me show you how the fire work over here son

You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun

When you come around real gangsters, you don't front

Unless life is a luxury that you don't want

The long gat, the stocking cap, serious

as a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act

Couple more reps, let the muscles flex

Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?

I'm as smooth as smooth can get

I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath

Hang with rappers, actors and descendant masters

Puffin on hash and defendin the classics

I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed

Outside the bones but inside the flesh

They better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you

And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you

Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape

Hold you down while I perform capouetta on your face

Why you sound like that?  Why you tear the mic down like that?

Why you sound so intense when you rap?

The airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust

like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford

Good God niggaz is weak, I got real power

Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours

Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya

Over the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son

I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic

and do curls and destroy you in front of the world

Besides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone

Maybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on

Kay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper..

Mic Club, get the picture?

Mic Club, get the picture?