Verse 1: Canibus



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 Nee