Benny Riley

[Intro]

DJ's, cuttin up beats and stuff like that and

That was my first exposure to the whole, artistry in hip-hop

There is nothing in this music, that I don't wanna hear

There is words, that are kind of syncopated and rhythmic

And there's this hot drum track, it's great!

[Chorus: x2]

"This is, this is great! This is, this is great!"

And I could hear, this enormous

"This is, this is great! This is, this is great!"

This is music, I've been waiting all my life to hear

[Canibus]

Aiyyo! I don't give a fuck, if you gettin some cash

or gettin some ass, if I was there I'd pick up the tab

Talk to a rag, tell you to wipe your stinkin ass

Get back to the lab, make sure hip-hop last

Through death or dishonor, I do this cause I wanna

Your body armor don't protect you from your karma

I'm ready for the encounter like a titty bar bouncer

Or Muhammad at the Mini-Mart counter with four-pounders

Quick Draw McGraw spitter, let me see your hands jitter

I'll hit'cha where the good Lord split'cha

You faggot-ass niggaz are see-through

I treat you like we in the same cell, but I'm Bugsy Siegel

Smack your teeth loose, the street juice

Go to court in cheap suits, givin testimony over beat loops

Take 'em to my hood, show the evil I'm from

They can't blame me for the evil I done, now they see where I run

And why I keep a tight leash on the gun

Why my speech is so revered by the young, cause my spirit is young

A nigga spittin LIKE THAT, got SERIOUS LUNGS

Yo I'm serious SON, he a FURIOUS ONE!

[Chorus]

[Canibus]

Yo, the name Benny Riley, the trip took twenty-eight days

from New York to Cali, drivin through alleys

My mom mad at me, my dad laughs at me

My life's a track meet, I need this record deal

Precious, she got the freshest breast-es, and the ass from heaven

36-24-37

She the second broad I ever humped, under a bridge

But she the first broad I ever fucked with in the record biz

Desi told her I was crazy and she called the feds

The bitch didn't know any better, I let her live

She don't know Desi is a greasy fuckin pig

And he's settin me up for somethin he knows I never did

When I see him I'ma put the Smith & Wesson to his head

To change his outlook on life

Maybe I'd show him what it's like to be DEAD

Like the way I look at lyrics, I kill it 'til they DEAD

It's that vivid; got skills to kill the rap business

Got bills to put a contract on the witness if he rat-snitchin

You niggaz in the back, thinkin holds 'til your next actin role

Get buried wit'cha cash and gold

Acts that sold, family of Marlon Brando broke

Shattered hopes, rappers choked, took it like a man though

Benny Riley is the closest thing to Canibus yo

Niggaz just don't be understandin his flow, until the hammer let go

Grab the mic and cold damage the show

Get split with bananas, flows of the Canibus blow

[Chorus]

[Outro]

This is music, I've been waiting all my life to hear

And I didn't know it