[Canibus] I walk in the room, in the Doctor Doom costume Optic zooms, the plot resumes Trust me, you're the abductee, my trigger-finger touchy Try me; see if you're lucky Play him, slay him, display him, mother fucking mayhem Stupid! You can't contain him, ‘cause you trained him Love the bad weather, freckled-faced lepers Can't go outside; gotta stay together Lodge members don't attempt to announce my name The brown-sage, one-year away from my crown age Count the ways, my sound-waves been downplayed U.S.A. underground made, I live without fame Hard labor for the day the reincarnator Rip your carburetor out your car and chase you I hate you, I'm the Gun Ho city mayor Who's in charge out here? Who's the front face, huh? Bang on you, dumb-slang on you, Can-I get on you Watch who you talk to; my manager warned you Violating, you rhyme weak, you live bait Put you behind the gate with a five-eight primate I improvise, explode, synthesize flows Like your favorite emcee with the wide-nose Command shell is a PSP handheld In real-time speed, I can read my fan-mail Grip the pound, blitz the town, with a two-oh-three round You'll never want that to go down Spin around and shoot at you, hundred-eighty degree copular Attached to my van on Utica Next stop Gun Ho city, nigga, shoot ‘em up G Rap, and Can-I-Bus blew ‘em up