(Canibus)
I swoop from behind, chew into your spine
Nice as Ol´Kainry and produce another line

(Canibus)

When the God appears, let him through
We spit terrible decibels, that level you like September eleventh do
The five-bar general
Medals of Honor from shoulder to shoulder, salute me when I´m next to you

(Canibus)
Step into the booth, I´ma rip you in two
Persona, none grata, like Dennis Hopper
Hollywood actor, slash hip-hopper, spit proper
Whip a modern styled Benz with the brahmas
Then watch Notre-Dame Depatis, the French Opera
Ninety-one districts, spit sick shit
Trap the fish in my fishnet with this shit