Canibus - What You Lookin' For lyrics
[Canibus - What You Lookin' For 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"
It's like if you ain't a mogul
They don't know who you is
But, I'm a ogre 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 counter rhyming
For my anger management counselor
Just listen to the vibes and blend
In with the signal you getting
Can you hear me now? Answer the question
You want to talk about sick
Poems? I spit stones leave you split holmes
Tie knots with your rib bones
Quick blow 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
Table like little ping-pongs
You got balls? Bring 'em on
I'll 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 smelled a stink-bomb
You ain't dreaming, nigga, pinch your arm
Canibus be spitting bars that
Could dislodge Kanye's jaws
What you looking for? We hooking off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You acting like you think you
Too good to fall
You spit with a glass-jaw, get up
Give it more
(Canibus) if I was focused I could crush you
Cause you saying you focused
Then how come I could 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 clit
Finger keep the sink warm when I bring harm
I'll have a nigga screaming for his momma
Your body armour 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
The shit sound hot cause it's not you
Try 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 looking for? We hooking off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You acting 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"
It's like if you ain't a mogul
They don't know who you is
But, I'm a ogre 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 counter rhyming
For my anger management counselor
Just listen to the vibes and blend
In with the signal you getting
Can you hear me now? Answer the question
You want to talk about sick
Poems? I spit stones leave you split holmes
Tie knots with your rib bones
Quick blow 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
Table like little ping-pongs
You got balls? Bring 'em on
I'll 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 smelled a stink-bomb
You ain't dreaming, nigga, pinch your arm
Canibus be spitting bars that
Could dislodge Kanye's jaws
What you looking for? We hooking off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You acting like you think you
Too good to fall
You spit with a glass-jaw, get up
Give it more
(Canibus) if I was focused I could crush you
Cause you saying you focused
Then how come I could 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 clit
Finger keep the sink warm when I bring harm
I'll have a nigga screaming for his momma
Your body armour 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
The shit sound hot cause it's not you
Try 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 looking for? We hooking off
Punchlines on the song through
The hook and all
You acting like you think you
Too good to fall
You spit with a glass-jaw, get up
Give it more