C Scrolls - Canibus

Yeah ayo

Listen to the horns play

I get busy all day

I don’t give a fuck what they wanna say

This is me turning it up

This is me burning it up

You, observing the emcee bus

Just a coach on the side lines

Tryna bide time

Watching the game being played out through my eyes

I know it’s painful how they degrade you

But I praise you

This is the soundtrack that we will train to

This is not a call to arms

I did that ten years ago

These are called keep alert bars

Don’t talk just work your jaws

Don’t walk just work the war

That’s a personal flaw

Murdered bar after bar since 1974

When I was born with a mic on my arm

Awesome

Six minutes Canibus you on

Yes, yes y’all

To the beat god, next bar

I do this to atone

I do this to atone for my sins

But I am punished for the tone of my skin

Bring it down about 14.5 DB

Maybe then you might see what I mean

Out in Berkley

They not too thirsty

They don’t like veterans neither, but they can’t hurt me

Bring it down about 14.5 DB

Maybe then you might see what I mean

Ayo, Hip-hop provost

Who said the word Hip-hop the most?

Which one of yous think you a poet?

Perfect cause you practice that classic

Scholastic, Canibus man shit

The current catalogue and past tense

I do this to atone

We all must atone for our sins

But I am punished for the tone of my skin

The C of tranquility — the C means light

The light means space, my DNA strain is my base

Don’t know who I am

Can’t remember who I was

I pump blood through the veins of Hip-hop

For street buzz

A constitution written in collusion

With limited distribution

Since I was recruited I’ve been making music