Ty Fyffe - 2000 B.C. (Before Can-I-Bus) lyrics

[Verse 1] My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad Knock a n***a unconscious and talk sh** In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' So in the ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin Knock you out, like ten shots of vodka and gin The beautiful blend of power and strength From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end I verbally burn a n***a, lyrically hurt a n***a Put a voodoo verse on a n***a, Kennedy curse a n***a Who can spit the words quicker than the average man? Who can embarra** a man? Bite you with fangs And mangle your hands on candid cam? The Canibus can The Canibus can, with the stamina to damage a man [Hook] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!) So come on, (Hold on!) hold on! It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!) So come on, (Hold on!) hold on! [Verse 2] Yo, I spit for it, rhyme for it, live for it, die for it!) Back out the 9, commit a homicide for it If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it You mad at the last album, I apologize for it Yo, I can't call it, motherf**in' Wyclef spoiled it But this time for '99 I got 5 on it You should double up and put a dime on it Matter of fact, triple your nickel and put 14.99 on it I'ma shine on it, watch Flex drop the bomb on it About ten times on it, watch people call a request line for it Cipha Sounds keep pushin' rewind on it Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it 12 o'clock in the morning you'll be standing on line for it I'm a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it ‘Cause I tear down mics and put a out-of-order sign on it [Hook] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!) So come on, (Hold on!) hold on! It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!) So come on, (Hold on!) hold on! [Verse 3] Yo, I rip sh** with the ballistic characteristics Of a hollow-tip at point-blank distance I flip sh** when I spit sh**; Father, forgive Bis I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians ‘Cause they sounded like idiots They went from silver to gold to platinum After the millennium they'll probably be wearing Iridium They so ga**ed, if a b**h s**ed they dick They'd probably cum helium Y'all n***as can't be serious, I was nice before ice Before Christ, before the words, "Let there be light" And a light took over the night, I was born with a mic Lord of the mic, before all plant and animal life Took this rap sh** to new heights Before the Wright brothers took flight Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes Before MC's picked up pens and started to write Before promotional marketin' and posterlights The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics, punch out lights Punch out your motherf**in' eyesight, for the title bout fight Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price The Canibus is too nice; give me that mic!! [Hook] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!) So come on, (Hold on!) hold on! It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all, (C'mon!) I roast y'all, (C'mon!) So come on, (Hold on!) hold on!