Yeng Meng

[Chorus: Canibus]

Niggaz runnin' around like, "what did he say? "

All day, everyday, "what did he say? "

Everybody want to know, "what did you say? "

[Verse: Canibus]

Yo, I don't want to waste no lyrics talkin' about you

Just let my body die and rot in hell why don't you

You asked the same question, I already told you

I'm a lyricist, I do what I'm supposed to do

You ever wonder what Hip-Hop would have been without me?

I'm six albums deep, somebody is thinkin' about me

Whether it's good or bad, yo, I can't control it

A nigga's opinion belongs to him; I can't own it

I microphone this with my own way of doin' things

All my rhymes really do is provoke you to think

People don't care about your passion when they comin' at you

All they ever see is record sales and dollar value

What the fuck does it matter what I'm rappin' to?

I can rhyme acapella and attract the youth

If you want to compromise, we can do that too

But I ain't never in the mood to drink no wack juice

The bottom line is I need a bigger budget

Advertising is how you program the public

People don't have to understand to love somethin'

As long as they see it enough, they just trust it, that's why I'm like fuck it

I might as well do what I do best

And that's rip a microphone to shreds

Even the best confessed, at some point in they life, they said

That I'm the illest, but now they want you to forget

So I accept the bitter with the sweet, mix it with some heat

Show them how to emcee, and spit it to a beat

I can do it in my sleep, nigga

If I'm awake, how the fuck you gon' compete, nigga? The nerve of these niggaz

I move like my shadow is weightless

Expose myself like a faceless, plastic surgery patient

Transmitting from an undisclosed location

Pirate stations with phantom frequency modulations

My throat-pistol spit ghost-signals

And you never get the antidote from me, 'cause I bit you

Stab you with a jagged crystal, 'cause my energy emit through

Anything metallic, even a pencil

Feel the bush burn, turn your cornrow into a good perm

My flat-feet with no curves squish worms

The bad news is I got a tight flow

The good news is I just switched to Geico

This is Hip-Hop nigga

Listen to the voice go drip-drop nigga

Swimmers in my saliva river drown when I give it to them

The hemispheres of my brain got a river through it; gray-matter fluid

The mic is a spark-plug

When I grab it, I glow, come with that Edelbrock carburetor flow

When I yolk back the choke full-throttle and go for broke

I've become a G.O.A.T. ripper on a positive note

The width of my rap, too thick to fit through the gap

The viscosity of my spit lubricates the track

Touch the VAT-lit screen, illuminate the map

Show me where you at; show me how you plan to get back

My navigation better than yours, and even though you the best

Hip-Hop is my house; you still my guest

You want more, I give you less

You want less, I give you more 'til you swimmin' in it up to your neck

Listen to the words bouncin' off the lungs in my chest

Hittin' you from every angle like porno-sex

Still here 'cause the Lord knows best

Last thing he said to me was, "let them know 'Bis, " I'm a let them know this

Nobody contends with Canibus

When it comes to rhymes; everybody pales in comparison (Word)

Nobody compares to Canibus

Hip-Hop is Yeng, Canibus is Yang to balance it

[Chorus: Canibus]

Niggaz runnin' around like, "what did he say? "

All day, everyday, "what did he say? "

Everybody want to know, "what did you say? "