A. Pinks, Canibus - The Illest lyrics

I grind, I scramble
I put them both together and gramble
Bag up the gram, separate the samples
The goddamn truth this ain't
Nothing to dance to my lyrics lynch you
Give you something to hang to
Your fans mourn, mumbling your song
While the Son of Sam prepares for war
My hands form ram horns
Daddy ain't to shabby he rarely rhymes badly
Sadly he's not too punchy, but still jabby
Stick and move keep stepping
Follow my reflection
Demolition any nigga disrespecting
The profession
Better holster that weapon when you
Walk in this direction
Is there ever enough protection?
The quintessential question
Unroll your maps I'ma show you where we at
Pull a rhyme out the burlap
And murder your raps you heard of that
My sandbag leak worser than that
The cowboy going to church with
A curve in his hat