Give It More

[Verse One]

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

Its like if you ain't a mogul they don't know who you is

But I'm a oldie 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 count to rhyme from my anger management counselor

Just listen to the fives and blend in with the signal you getting

Can you hear me now? Answer the question

You wanna talk about sick poems? I spit stones

Leave you split holmes, tied knots with your rib bones

Quick blows 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 tables like little ping pongs

You got balls? Bring 'em on

I 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 smelling stink bombs

You ain't dreamin nigga, pinch your arm

Canibus be spittin' bars that can dislodge Kanye's jaws

[Hook x2]

What you lookin' for? We hookin' off

Punchlines on the song through the hook and all

You actin' like you think you too good to fall

You spit with a glass jaw, get up give it more

[Verse Two]

If I was focused I could crush you

Cause you sayin you focused, then how come I can 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 clip finger

Keep the sig warm when I bring harm

I have a nigga screamin' for his mama

Your body armor 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 its not me

I flow 'cause I got to

This shit sound hot 'cause its not you

You tried 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

[Hook x2]