Canibus - Full Battle Rattle lyrics

"You wanna face lift? This is
What it takes 'Bis
A beat that'll make a nigga
Think an earthquake hit"
The blue-collar rapper, enigmatic, democratic
Rap-savvy fanatic that could
Smash any match-up high when I wrote this
Bring welding 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 bus' too
I'm like a Shaolin monk on crunk
Holding himself up with his thumb on a stump
Get a Hummer for the summer to stunt
And just sit in the front while my
Lungs become one with a blunt
Futuristic old-schooler
Look like JFK Jr when I suit up
Jacob 'The Jeweler' with an new cut
Can-IBus! I ain't got what I want yet
How could you respect one of the best
What, I can't get no
Grab the mic, nigga, let's go
Bet me who got the best flow
You end up with less doe
Open your vest, let your chest show
I'ma open your chest
Let your breath go with a 38 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 plains

Yo this is full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you

Full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you

Full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you

Full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll 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 sergeant major honorably discharged me
For my sinsemilla and my hemp incense
Inspiration, why it's only worth ten percent
Another day in the life for Mr can-IBus
My life too rough for me
Not to recognize rough
The soldier's back to blow a
Fucking hole through rap
I wish they'd let me out the
Cage and stop holding me back
You might say the only thing
Holding me back is myself
It ain't hard to tell what's holding
Me back is my sales
I don't make record for girls
I spit for the borough
But, I'm an artist in an ignorant world
World class athlete trained to attack beats
Mixtapes 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 sit and talk with the inquisitive youth
Cause I be spittin' the truth
Sometimes I ask them
"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 can do
The older advise the younger when
They recognize the hunger
I do a couple reps 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 at Mach 10
Take it up a notch then
Launch 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 lightweight like rice-cakes
Anybody under twenty-one that touch the
Microphone is mic bait
Hungry niggas start to get tight-faced
That's when the fight breaks
A sixty second round is a nice pace
Work a nigga out 'til he spit up white paste
Tell him he can hide the bruise
On his face with nightshade
If you looking for a battle you
Came to the right place
This is Mic Club and over
Here I'm the Mic Ace

Yo this is full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you

Full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you

Full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you

Full battle rattle, attack you
Salute or I'll smash you
Can-IBus bus' to blast you