Canibus, M.O.P. - Salute lyrics

The war drums sound like a hundred guns
Fired at once for an entire month
Can-IBus? You know you can
Can-IBus? You know you can
Can-IBus? You know you can
Can-IBus? You know you can

Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way
(Bring 'em down)
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way
(Bring 'em down)
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em

Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts
With a passion
Listen to how Canibus re-enact this
Poor rappers fall victim to
The metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine beam powered
By a crystal
Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal
Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary
So you don't have to understand
Me to hear me, you feel me?
Barely, the quickening happens in between
In the Elohim Lord Lizard King
With the Ripper conditioning
Partitioning with the Fisher King
Eating chicken wings
My fingertips are glistening
But I'm listening
Yeah, the master observes how
Rappers use vernacular
To fail to capture the meaning
Attached to the words
Hip-Hop malísimas, career suicide
Killer Ripper spit's to the sustained
Pitch mixed and chopped
Didactic counterpoint
Mix and master the drops
Complex and confusing
I'm laughing 'cause it's hot
The super-duper uber music conductor
Producer from the future
Stuff tubas with gunpowders
To improvise bazookas
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah
Delta soldiers in blimp balloon
Gondolas with stealth motors
They watch over us, told me where to go
But, I can only take both of us
So you better soldier up
Size, Activity, Location, Unit
Time and Equipment: What you going
To do with it?
SALUTE, that's what they do when I
Rip it, I proved it, i did it
D r Period was in the booth when I spit it
Bread and Butter, Nigga

Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way
(Bring 'em down)
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way
(Bring 'em down)
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em

Beyond Canibus motherfucker
Broken language the hustler
Starboard rudder, the coastguard cutter
I'm the studio night owl
Stress give me white eyebrows
Who the fuck I got to fight with now?
Yeah, conspicuous characters creep
Through America with a killer chemical in
A canister called Canibus
Crazy as crystal, communicate correct signal
They call it criminal, I call it lyrical
Call the Commissioner I'm going to
Crucify the Christian caligula
Like they crucified MC Christopher
I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd
If there's beef on the crown
I'ma carve the cow
Now, smuggle contraband through the canal
I check my clip in my chamber
Sharpshooter style
La Costa Nostra, deep like Deepak Chopra
I kick your door down in loafers
45 in the holster, AK in the baby stroller
Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover
A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes
With flows I expose what nobody knows

Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way
(Bring 'em down)
Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way
(Bring 'em down)
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em
Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em