Canibus - Da' Facelift lyrics

You want a facelift? This what it take 'Bis
A beat that'll make a nigga
Think an earthquake hit
The blue collar rapper, enigmatic, democratic
Rap-savvy fanatic that can smash any matchup
High with a roach
Bring wealth and goggles to my show
My flow glow brighter than any
Diamond that you know
I walk among you, draw energy from you
The art of Sun Tzu, he used to bust too
I'm like a Shaolin monk on crunk
Holdin himself up with his thumb on the stump
Get a Hummer for the summer to stunt
And just sit in the front
While my lungs become one with the blunt
Futuristic old schooler, look like JFK Jr
When I shoot up
Jacob the jeweler with a new cut
Can-Ibus, I ain't got what I want yet
How would you expect one of the best, what


I can't get no, grab the mic, niggas lets go
Tell me who got the best flow
End up with less dough
Open your vest, let your chest show
I'mma open your chest, let your breath go
With a thirty-eight special
Keep it on the low, don't let the press know
Behind the scenes
They put me on death row and won't let go
Brace yourself while I break the chains
My beats bang so hard, they erase the blame

This is full battle rattle, attack you
Salute while I smash you
Can-IBus bus to blast you

The hundred bar monster
Spit without hawkin up
Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya
Fuck what it cost me, join the army
Smoke Bob Marley
The sergent major honorably discharge me
From my centimil, yeah, my hemping sense
Inspiration, why is it only worth ten percent
Another day in the life of Mr can-Ibus
MY life too rough for me
Not to recognize lust
The soldier's back to blow a
Fuckin hole through rap
I wish they'd let me out the
Cage and stop holding me back
You might say the only thing
Holdin me back is myself
It ain't hard to tell what's holdin
Me back is my sales
I don't make records for girls
I spit for the pearl
But, I'm an artist in an ignorant world
World
World class athlete, trained to attack beats
Mixtape smash the streets
Try to patch the leaks
Niggas try to battle me but lose
They got limited views
I remember when I was primitive too
I'd sit and talk with the inquisitive youth
Cause, I be spittin the truth
Sometimes I ask 'em, what you listenin to
Lyrical fitness is the proof
Let me put you in the booth
Nottz'll play the beat loop
Let me see what you could do
The older advise the younger when
They recognize the hunger
I do a couple raps with the
Mic to get pumped up
Monkey bar sit-ups, blood rush to my head
I write rhymes upside down
With an astronaut pen
Spit a hot sixteen and my ten
Take it up a notch, then
Lost everything when I'm locked in
You in the kill zone, boxed in
Tried to play jump-rope
With skis on and got dropped
When you hopped in the last Mohican
Smoke you in the first season
You don't speak it but it's no secret
Peep it, you light weight like rice cakes
Anybody under twenty-one to touch the
Microphone is mic bait
Hungry niggas start to get tight faced
That's when the fight breaks
A sixty second rhyme is a nice pace
Work a nigga out 'til he spit out white paste
Tell him he could hide the bruise
On his face with night shades
You looking for a battle
You came to the right place
This is Mic Club and over
Here I'm the mic ace

This is full battle rattle, attack you
Salute while I smash you
Can-IBus bus to blast you