Artist: Canibus Album: MicClub Mixtape Master, Vol. 1 Song: Yeng Meng Typed by: DaSun_Akbar@HotMail.Com [Chorus: Canibus] Niggaz runnin' around like, "what did he say?" All day, everyday, "what did he say?" Everybody want to know, "what did you say?" [Verse One: Canibus] Yo, I don't want to waste no lyrics talkin' about you Just let my body die and rot in hell why don't you You asked the same question, I already told you I'ma lyricist, I do what I'm supposed to do You ever wonder what Hip-Hop would have been without me? I'm six albums deep, somebody is thinkin' about me Whether it's good or bad, yo, I can't control it A nigga's opinion belongs to him; I can't own it I microphone this with my own way of doin' things All my rhymes really do is provoke you to think People don't care about your passion when they comin' at you All they ever see is record sales and dollar value What the fuck does it matter what I'm rappin' to? I can rhyme acapella and attract the youth If you want to compromise, we can do that too But I ain't never in the mood to drink no wack juice The bottom line is I need a bigger budget Advertising is how you program the public People don't have to understand to love somethin' As long as they see it enough, they just trust it, that's why I'm like fuck it I might as well do what I do best And that's rip a microphone to shreds Even the best confessed, at some point in they life, they said That I'm the illest, but now they want you to forget So I accept the bitter with the sweet, mix it with some heat Show them how to emcee, and spit it to a beat I can do it in my sleep, nigga If I'm awake, how the fuck you gon' compete, nigga? The nerve of these niggaz I move like my shadow is weightless Expose myself like a faceless, plastic surgery patient Transmitting from an undisclosed location Pirate stations with phantom frequency modulations My throat-pistol spit ghost-signals And you never get the antidote from me, 'cause I bit you Stab you with a jagged crystal, 'cause my energy emit through Anything metallic, even a pencil Feel the bush burn, turn your cornrow into a good perm My flat-feet with no curves squish worms The bad news is I got a tight flow The good news is I just switched to Geico This is Hip-Hop nigga Listen to the voice go drip-drop nigga Swimmers in my saliva river drown when I give it to them The hemispheres of my brain got a river through it; gray-matter fluid The mic is a spark-plug When I grab it, I glow, come with that Edelbrock carburetor flow When I yolk back the choke full-throttle and go for broke I've become a G.O.A.T. ripper on a positive note The width of my rap, too thick to fit through the gap The viscosity of my spit lubricates the track Touch the VAT-lit screen, illuminate the map Show me where you at; show me how you plan to get back My navigation better than yours, and even though you the best Hip-Hop is my house; you still my guest You want more, I give you less You want less, I give you more 'til you swimmin' in it up to your neck Listen to the words bouncin' off the lungs in my chest Hittin' you from every angle like porno-sex Still here 'cause the Lord knows best Last thing he said to me was, "let them know 'Bis," I'ma let them know this Nobody contends with Canibus When it comes to rhymes; everybody pales in comparison (Word) Nobody compares to Canibus Hip-Hop is Yeng, Canibus is Yang to balance it [Chorus: Canibus] Niggaz runnin' around like, "what did he say?" All day, everyday, "what did he say?" Everybody want to know, "what did you say?"