Canibus — Lets Ride

[Verse 1: Canibus] If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep Most critics get mad because there's nothing to critique Whenever I'm rapping or rhyming with irrefutably remarkable timing I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantomiming If you John Blaze, or you James Flames Or you Jack Cremation, I'm Germaine Propane No pain, no gain in this rap game For the fortune and fame in order to remain Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change Or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all [Chorus: Wyclef Jean, Product G&B, Canibus, Pras​​] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride Just ride, just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride When you in the streets and you're driving in your V If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers Old school, old school ​​​​Everybody got to pack a mac now [Verse 2: Canibus] Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow When I rip a show, with my lyrical, I'm a let you know It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle And I'm a blackout in a minute too Spitting like Bone-Thugs like Nigga, what? I'm finna get a gun and stick em up Then crush a thug's bones with a chrome slug The black Cyrano De Bergerac of rap With the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either When you see me, whiling like Beenie on the speakers Sim Simma! Who got the fire for my reefa? [Bridge: Product G&B, Canibus, Pras, Wyclef Jean​​] You came home from a bid, a nigga was in your crib And the whole time you thought your girl was celibate Old school, old school You locked up and she need some dick Just ride, ah just ride, ah just ride, everybody, just ride Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my, uh, ah just ride [Verse 3: Canibus] Yo, physically I move at a velocity That'll break your stopwatch if you clocking me My concrete jungle is like Jumanji Iller than what you seen in the cinema A five-foot-eight nigga With more horsepower than twelve cylinders My brain consists of twin Pentium chips Double the clock speeds of a 586 And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tasting You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes It's like a Jamaican seeing the snow for the first time Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time It's like explaining color to a man that was born blind [Outro: Product G&B, Canibus, Wyclef Jean​​] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eating It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the best Motherfucking best And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow Old school, old school (c'mon!) And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow Old school, old school (c'mon y'all) Fronting like you buying food but you buying crack bottles Ah just ride, ah just ride Everybody in the East, just ride Ah just ride, ah just ride Everybody in the West, just ride Ah to the South, down South Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah just ride