2006
[Canibus]
Ayo //
Hip-Hop music needs a blood transfusion //
I been trying to give it to them; they don't want to use it //
Sick with the ink, it's a sin to think //
Canibus don't blink, he pretend to wink //
Yo, anything more than what I need is called greed //
That's what I used to believe //
But on the eve of my funeral, my body was recoupable //
My musical policy was renewable //
Details, my stem-cell got that hemp-smell //
With a dark-purple chemtrail, God bless Hell //
'Cause Denzel's stem-cell costs ten mill' //
One in every ten males could get it for themselves //
It's deep, see niggas' with rotten-teeth beat-boxing the beat //
Barefoot, kicking rocks in the streets //
Staring at the clouds, looking for leaks //
When it rains, it pours, my metaphors got them looking for me //
C to the A, N, I, B, U, S, in the flesh //
Nigga, my breath is the treasure in my chest //
I've been around the world, and came back like return-mail //
Came back to cure the world's ills //
Cold night's in the barracks, hot days in the desert //
With every other available pressure //
Yes sir, I start to zone out, nobody knows how //
A baldhead for a gold-crown, no doubt //
Cannonball run, no cars, all guns //
I keep a big satchel of five-star rum //
I don't paper-chase, I just spit the bars //
The truth is, I was in debt before I was born //
I don't paper-chase, I just spit the bars //
The truth is, I was in debt before I was born //
Time keep on slipping //
I know that //
15 years ago