Canibus It's No Other Than

[Canibus]
It’s no other than //

It’s no other than //

No other than Canibus on the microphone //

It’s no other than //

[Canibus]
No other than Canibus on the mic //
This got to be the biggest track I’ve ever touched in my life //
Like the club can’t breathe ‘cause I’m clutching too tight //
You ‘bout to see a live Canibus eruption tonight //
Thugs in black, bitches in white //
I’ve got the olive green marine fatigues off, sensitive like //
Took my time with the rhyme to build, I’m alive and well //
Got that seven figure dollar smell //
Take a chance baby, not Chanel //
She come check me at the telly in a mini with the longest L //
As soon as she got there, the block got cleared //
The bitch volunteered brains, and she didn’t stop there //
Hot and fierce, she was not prepared //
Poundin’ her upside-down from the top of the stairs //
‘Til the pressure started popping her ears //
She thought it would last forever but I told her I was dropping this year //

[Canibus]
I can’t stay long, I’m on my way to the bank //
But while I’m here I’d like to thank //
Canibus supporters, they knew the time //
Ask them, ‘Whose the nigga with the dopest rhymes? //
Yo, bring it back one more time //
And ask them, ‘Whose the nigga with the dopest rhymes? //
I bus’ lines like public transportation //
The rhymes always on time when I say shit //
I’ll give you vertigo, murder the flow //
My voice travel like that smell when they burnin’ the ‘dro //
On the tour bus they searching the coach //
In the airport they searching my coat, they say they searching for dope //
'Legal Drug Money' stickers on the back of my bag //
The only artifacts from my past that I still have //
I’m a brand new man, with a brand new plan //
Talking to bitches nude-tanning in the Cancun sands //

[Canibus]
I play the nine, you play the target //
You all know my name so I guess I’ll just start this //
I’m so swift and that’s a natural fact //
I’m like Rip, I’ll mark a ‘C’ on your back //
Yo, follow me into a solo, to get the flow //
That you can picture like a photo //
They say I’m shallow, I never learned to swim //
But they mention my name ‘cause I got the urge to win //
Tell me who’s your weed man, how you smoke so good? //
You’re a superstar baby, why you still in the hood? //
Damn, I hate to brag but you know I’m good //
If a mic was a gun I’d be ‘Bis Eastwood //
Bandaging emcees, oxygen they can’t breathe //
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe //
Hip Hop is my drug //
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs //
One love //