Canibus:They Don't Know

[Canibus]
“They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //
They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //
They don’t know how you comin’ man //
They don’t know how you done this shit //
Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”

[Canibus]
The emcee, with the N.O.T.T.Z. //

[Canibus]
“Ayo,
Canibus’ll spark it for ya, Nottz’ll paint the target for ya //
MicClub’ll launch it towards ya //
This is the beginning of the rest of my life //
Grippin’ the mic, and rippin’ it right, you listen, you like //
You dislike, you get disciplined with the pipe //
Muzzle flashes a light that says goodbye to life //
I’m antisocial but humble, I’ll blow a hole in you
to get a hello from you, if that’s what it comes to //
A little camera-shy, I play the background //
Turn the mic on, lock the cage, I attack crowds //
Ya’ll niggas is just clones that rhyme //
From a bloodline that’s closer to yours than mine //
You ignore the signs but we all divine //
DJ’s rewind, MC’s distort the time //
Sharp enough to read your mind I can hear your applause in silence //
Ya’ll fuckin’ with an awesome talent //”

[Canibus]
“They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //
They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //
They don’t know how you comin’ man //
They don’t know how you done this shit //
Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”

“They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //
They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //
They don’t know how you comin’ man //
They don’t know how you done this shit //
Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”

[Canibus]
“Yo,
You’ve gotta call this a comeback, I’ve been here for years //
You should thank God for answering your prayers //
The Hip Hop hero, off of Hip Hop skid row //
I’ll rip a show for a beer and a smoke //
You know that Hip Hop flow, that got them clearing both coasts //
For that Hip Hop show, where I appear as the host //
Used to be the type of emcee they were scared to approach //
Nowadays I just share what I know, spare what I don’t //
Might act like I care, but I don’t //
See, they want me to share, it’s only logical they fear what I wrote //
Forty-fives with broken handles, go off like roman candles //
Ricocheting through your mans and you //
They’re so busy tryin’ to get an ambulance for you //
They ain’t notice that a fan was hit too, planning to sue //
They’ve got a lot of anger for you //
Introduce you to the anger management crew with Canibus too //
Switch places with the person that was banishing you //
And start strangling you and keep strangling you //”

[Canibus]
“They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //
They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //
They don’t know how you comin’ man //
They don’t know how you done this shit //
Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”

Yo,
They don’t know how to double ‘Bis //
They already would’ve done this shit //
Canibus the original thumbprint //
Five emcees, pick one quick //
He’s usually on the thumb you lift //

[Canibus]
“Yo,
Ya’ll fuckin’ with an awesome talent //
I can’t be silent, where’s the balance? //
I’m on some Kanye shit, waiting for my spaceship //
Exercisin’ patience, grinding for this paper //
The universal language is love, not hatred
Sex, money and drugs destroyed the foundation //
That’s what I would say if I had to make a statement //
When sex, money and drugs built this proud nation //
Salvation without authentication //
False pagans bought lawmakers to orchestrate how the law changes //
We the new breed of fire-breathers //
Inspired speeches got fans fighting in bleachers //
They can’t keep quiet neither //
I want to team up with the best there is //
Bless the mic and address what is, impress the kids //
The deep life I live is shallow to sheep //
‘Til I show a couple of scars, let the experience speak //”

[Canibus]
“They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //
They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //
They don’t know how you comin’ man //
They don’t know how you done this shit //
Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”

“They don’t know what they fuckin’ with //
They don’t know how you bussin’ ‘Bis //
They don’t know how you comin’ man //
They don’t know how you done this shit //
Yo, show them how a brotha spit //”

[Canibus]
“Yo,
They don’t know how to double ‘Bis //
They already would’ve done this shit //
Canibus the original thumbprint //
Five emcees, pick one quick //
He’s usually on the thumb you lift //”