Da' Facelift

[Canibus]
“You wanna face lift? This is what it takes ‘Bis //
A beat that’ll make a nigga think an earthquake hit” //
The blue-collar rapper, enigmatic, democratic //
Rap-savvy fanatic that could smash any match-up //
High when I wrote this, bring welding goggles to my show //
My flow glow brighter than any diamond that you know //
I walk among you, draw energy from you //
The Art of Sun-Tzu, he used to bus’ too //
I’m like a Shaolin monk on crunk //
Holding himself up with his thumb on a stump //
Get a Hummer for the summer to stunt //
And just sit in the front while my lungs become one with a blunt //
Futuristic old-schooler, look like JFK Jr. when I suit up //
Jacob ‘The Jeweler’ with an new cut //
Can-I-Bus! I ain’t got what I want yet //
How could you respect one of the best //
What, I can’t get no //
Grab the mic, nigga, let’s go //
Bet me who got the best flow //
You end up with less doe //
Open your vest, let your chest show //
I’ma open your chest, let your breath go with a .38 Special //
Keep it on the low, don’t let the press know //
Behind the scenes they put me on death row and won’t let go //
Brace yourself while I break the chains //
My beats bang so hard they erase the plains //
[Canibus]
Yo //
This is full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
Full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
Full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
Full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
[Canibus]
The Hundred Bar Monster spit without hawkin’ up //
Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya’ //
Fuck what it cost me, join the army smoke Bob Marley //
The sergeant major honorably discharged me //
For my sinsemilla and my hemp incense //
Inspiration, why it’s only worth ten percent //
Another day in the life for Mr. Can-I-Bus //
My life too rough for me not to recognize rough //
The soldier’s back to blow a fucking hole through rap //
I wish they’d let me out the cage and stop holding me back //
You might say the only thing holding me back is myself //
It ain’t hard to tell what’s holding me back is my sales //
I don’t make record for girls, I spit for the borough //
But I’m an artist in an ignorant world //
World class athlete trained to attack beats //
Mixtapes smash the streets, try to patch the leaks //
Niggas try to battle me but lose, they got limited views //
I remember when I was primitive too //
I sit and talk with the inquisitive youth, ‘cause I be spittin’ the truth //
Sometimes I ask them, “What you listenin’ to?” //
Lyrical fitness is the proof, let me put you in the booth //
Nottz’ll play the beat-loop, let me see what you can do //
The older advise the younger when they recognize the hunger //
I do a couple reps with the mic to get pumped up //
Monkey-bar sit-ups, blood rush to my head //
I write rhymes upside-down with an astronaut pen //
Spit a hot sixteen at Mach 10, take it up a notch then //
Launch everything when I’m locked in //
You in the kill-zone boxed in //
Tried to play jump rope with skis on and got dropped when you hopped in //
The Last Mohican, smoke you in the first season //
You don’t speak it but it’s no secret //
Peep it, you lightweight like rice-cakes //
Anybody under twenty-one that touch the microphone is mic-bait //
Hungry niggas start to get tight-faced, that’s when the fight breaks //
A sixty second round is a nice pace //
Work a nigga out ‘til he spit up white paste //
Tell him he can hide the bruise on his face with nightshade //
If you looking for a battle you came to the right place //
This is Mic Club and over here I’m the Mic Ace //
[Canibus]
Yo //
This is full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
Full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
Full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //
Full battle rattle, attack you //
Salute or I’ll smash you //
Can-I-Bus bus’ to blast you //