I'll Buss 'Em U Punish 'Em (ft. Rakim)

[Canibus]
Yeah //
I’ll bust them, and you punish them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Come on Ra, let me bust them //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo //
Now on some battling shit, my verbal lateral grip //
Keeps my tongue glued to the A D.A.T. when I’m tracking my shit //
Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips //
And make you rappers have fits, ‘cause I’m back in the mix //
Fuck a pad and a pen, write rhymes on the I.B.M. //
Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in //
Canibus practices in a room with a thousand candles lit //
Meditating on this rap shit //
Because my freestyle reign sovereign //
With a deeper conscious, than the Prophet Muhammad was born with //
My brain cavity’s enormous //
My left-hemisphere alone harnesses all of the seven Chakras //
While the right one harnesses darkness //
The type of dark that makes a house haunted //
The type of dark that niggas get lost in //
The type of dark you feel when you dead in the coffin //
I hear you talking, but I ignore it //
‘Cause it’s garbage and your rhyme’s boring //
So keep standing on the corner, the trash-man will collect you in the morning //
Thug cats fronting //
Wacker than Blinky-Blink on the back of the Reptar wagon, babbling about nothing //
Fuck that, real Rugrats can get it on black //
Meet me in the tunnel where pussy niggas get mugged at //
So dark, you’ll never see the blood splat //
And you can’t even react, ‘cause the trunk is where you keep your guns at //
Now you’re on speed, ‘cause you’re too scared to comeback //
You can’t even breathe, the weed suffocates your lung-sacks //
Fake emcees haul ass like they running track //
Wherever Canibus and Rakim is at //
[Canibus]
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Come on Ra, let me bust them //
[Canibus]
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Let me bust them //
Come on Ra, let me bust them //
[Canibus]
Yo, Yo, Yo //
We started the battle with a grapple //
The nigga had long hair so I grabbed a handful and chopped him in the Adams Apple //
His partner in back of you tried to attack you //
So I’ma twist him up like a pretzel then I’ma tag you //
[Canibus]
Ra, you left him dangling, I can’t believe he’s trying to grapple again //
I swing him around like I’m dancing with him //
Put his arms in back of his head, and snap them again //
Grabbed his limbs and put him in a figure six, subtracted from ten //
[Canibus]
Let me finish him //
Let me finish him //
Let me finish him //
Come on Ra, let me finish him //