Canibus - Give It More lyrics
[Canibus - Give It More lyrics]
I got this beat from Riggs
Yeah I got it from Riggs
Cause in a minute I'ma be on top of the biz
Try to act like you don't know who it is
Around the globe there's kids that
Play the Canibus quotable quiz
Its like if you ain't a mogul
They don't know who you is
But, I'm a oldie in the biz
With the vocals and libs
Said so much crazy shit on my last album
My name shut Interpol down for two hours
Now that's true power
I create what I can't count to
Rhyme from my anger management counselor
Just listen to the fives and blend
In with the signal you getting
Can you hear me now? Answer the question
You wanna talk about sick
Poems? I spit stones leave you split holmes
Tied knots with your rib bones
Quick blows break off your limp wrist bones
Make you scream melodies in
Twelve different ringtones
I can speak Chinese
Ching chong get off the ding dong
Knock your ass over the tables
Like little ping pongs
You got balls? Bring 'em on
I smash 'em with a spiked bat
Like Raekwon with Cuban Linx on
Blink and you gone
Let off more shells than shrimp farms
Spit raw
Your face look like you smelling stink bombs
You ain't dreamin nigga, pinch your arm
Canibus be spittin' bars that
Can dislodge Kanye's jaws
What you lookin' for? We hookin' off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You actin' like you think you
Too good to fall you spit with a glass jaw
Get up give it more
If I was focused I could crush you
Cause you sayin you focused
Then how come I can still touch you?
I bust you
Then spit some young buck shit at you
Cause, I still got the heart to go
Bust me a head or two
My little arms carry big arms
To tickle the clip
Finger keep the sig warm when I bring harm
I have a nigga screamin' for his mama
Your body armor don't protect
You from your karma
Come along with me, let me see what you got
Battle you on the spot
Show you how nice you not
I'm the champ like Ali, you just a close copy
When people see you
They don't know that it's not me
I flow cause I got to
This shit sound hot cause it's not you
You tried to catch me, but I got you
I got a mind that spins like belt drives
And when I seen hip hop die I felt cries
But, I got an idea to bring it back to life
Bring me back to the mic
Make sure you package it right
I'll go all out, pour my heart out
Mix it around put my voice to these beats
Let it mix with the sound
What you lookin' for? We hookin' off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You actin' like you think you
Too good to fall you spit with a glass jaw
Get up give it more
Yeah I got it from Riggs
Cause in a minute I'ma be on top of the biz
Try to act like you don't know who it is
Around the globe there's kids that
Play the Canibus quotable quiz
Its like if you ain't a mogul
They don't know who you is
But, I'm a oldie in the biz
With the vocals and libs
Said so much crazy shit on my last album
My name shut Interpol down for two hours
Now that's true power
I create what I can't count to
Rhyme from my anger management counselor
Just listen to the fives and blend
In with the signal you getting
Can you hear me now? Answer the question
You wanna talk about sick
Poems? I spit stones leave you split holmes
Tied knots with your rib bones
Quick blows break off your limp wrist bones
Make you scream melodies in
Twelve different ringtones
I can speak Chinese
Ching chong get off the ding dong
Knock your ass over the tables
Like little ping pongs
You got balls? Bring 'em on
I smash 'em with a spiked bat
Like Raekwon with Cuban Linx on
Blink and you gone
Let off more shells than shrimp farms
Spit raw
Your face look like you smelling stink bombs
You ain't dreamin nigga, pinch your arm
Canibus be spittin' bars that
Can dislodge Kanye's jaws
What you lookin' for? We hookin' off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You actin' like you think you
Too good to fall you spit with a glass jaw
Get up give it more
If I was focused I could crush you
Cause you sayin you focused
Then how come I can still touch you?
I bust you
Then spit some young buck shit at you
Cause, I still got the heart to go
Bust me a head or two
My little arms carry big arms
To tickle the clip
Finger keep the sig warm when I bring harm
I have a nigga screamin' for his mama
Your body armor don't protect
You from your karma
Come along with me, let me see what you got
Battle you on the spot
Show you how nice you not
I'm the champ like Ali, you just a close copy
When people see you
They don't know that it's not me
I flow cause I got to
This shit sound hot cause it's not you
You tried to catch me, but I got you
I got a mind that spins like belt drives
And when I seen hip hop die I felt cries
But, I got an idea to bring it back to life
Bring me back to the mic
Make sure you package it right
I'll go all out, pour my heart out
Mix it around put my voice to these beats
Let it mix with the sound
What you lookin' for? We hookin' off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You actin' like you think you
Too good to fall you spit with a glass jaw
Get up give it more