文本歌词

Da' Facelift (Explicit) - Canibus
Yeah yeah yeah
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-I-bus 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 let's 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-I-bus bus to blast you
Full battle rattle attack you
Salute while I smash you can-I-bus bus to blast you
Full battle rattle attack you
Salute while I smash you can-I-bus bus to blast you
Full battle rattle attack you
Salute while I smash you can-I-bus bus to blast you
The hundred bar monster spit without hawkin up
Smash your whole roster **** what it cost ya
**** 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-I-bus
My life too rough for me not to recognize lust
The soldier's back to blow a ******* 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-I-bus bus to blast you
Full battle rattle attack you
Salute while I smash you can-I-bus bus to blast you
Full battle rattle attack you
Salute while I smash you can-I-bus bus to blast you
Full battle rattle attack you
Salute while I smash you can-I-bus bus to blast you