[Featuring Canibus]



Nas:



You Ever Dance With The Devil Under The Pale Moonlight.



Desperados. Travlin. What The Fucks Up Son. We Could



Do This Word Up We Could This.



Chrous:



Spendin To Many Nights On The Hyena Gettin Right



Breakin Big Face Bennies, Bettin Against The Freindly Dice



I Can't Call It, It's Goin To Good To Spoil It



Tell It Like It Is, The Raw Shanala We Bough It



To Many Nights On The Hyena Gettin Right



Breakin Big Face Bennies, Bettin Against The Freindly Dice



I Can't Call It, It's Goin To Good To Spoil It



Tell It Like It Is, The Raw Shanala We Bough It



Canibus:



At A Thousand Degree Celsius I Make MCs Melt



Fuckin My Record Label I Appear Courtesy Of My Self



Let Me Explain How I Maintain Thresh Holes To Pain



I Walk Across The Sun Bearfoot Lookin For Shame



I Rearrange Your Rib Cage Like A 12 Gauge At Close Range



And Change The Poistion Of Your Frame



My Hard Raps Penetrates Through Your Hard Hats And All That Nigga



Get Ya Wig Pealed Back



I Scalpe You Like The Indians On Horse Back



Running Bull Will Hit You Harder Than Running Back



Stunning Man With Brave And Cunning Rap



Swiftly Running Laps Around 48 Tracks



Like Uncut Crack You Feines Keep Coming Back



Heads Is Flippin Like Acrobats On Gym Mats



From Wacks To Antelope Tapes To Digital Decks



It's Critacal Black That Canibus Is Ill Like That



In Fact Perhaps You Should Quit Rap



Instead Of Always Tryin Ta Dis Fact



And Niggas Keep Tellin You That Ya Shits Wack



I Rip Rafts



Hardcore Raps Rushin You To The Floor Mat



Put You In The Figure Fourth, Breakin Taw Rats



Jump Of The Top Turn Buckuler Land On Your Back



Til I Hear It Snaple, Crakle, The Ref Says Chill Black



You Get Clapped Bringin The Wr