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[Canibus] Jeah, Rhythmatic Jiu Jitsu Comin to get'chu G-G-G-G-Giu spit some lyrical shit at you Rhythmatic Jiu Jitsu, left hand pin you to the wall While the right hand lift spoon and sip soup Bones levitate, I meditate, strong as a ape Slim as a snake, whatever it takes Yo I went to the morgue to identify the body of rap Decomposed and entirely whack I'm the reason every rapper in the world still breathin More blood for the machine, bring the next team in Brrrap, spit a verse like a five shot burst Actin like you not hurt, make your injury worse Y'all niggaz look rich, put your money in the square I'ma take you on a walk through the metaphor fair, yeah [Chorus] In the motorpool, odors and fumes Soldiers in rooms, you notice them, they notice you too Park my Strike on the street, open the hatch and stand on the seat and catch a RPG with my teeth They used to call me Gunny on 1-3 I don't give a fuck G, the Mark 19 got one speed Put your H3 HumVee in the junk heap The 25 mic might make things ugly Letras de canciones [Canibus] The junkyard dawg, drunk on tour With biochemical scars, left on my arms The wanderer, conqueror, turned absconder And record labels don't sponsor that kind of monster Spit so nice, my own lips slice Come get me a knife, my infrared sight split rights Got you in a tight squeeze, coughin up like cream Like Chinese refugees with white knees Overseas I was Santa Claus, in camoflauge With a Mark 19 on my left handlebar Memorize the landmarks, close to the airport Can't stay here and talk, safety is a rare thought Wanna say fuck this, too late to just quit Slugs hit, different type of blood gets published Wifey complainin cause I'm home on crutches I complain back because there's no more dutches, yeah [Chorus] [Canibus] Readily the one repeat, read one copy Get somebody down here, Canibus is bein cocky Back from the ash in the flesh again I'ma keep gettin in like Mexicans With big breasts, estrogen, watch who you questionin You got them girls I requested men? Low key I'm so lonely, nobody knows me I move like molecules do but more slowly People get close to me but only to quote me Lyrically I feel like the whole world owes me A thousand years old in dog years, I'm on a lawn chair My pages dog-eared, I belong here [Chorus] [Canibus] Yeah, the junkyard dawg Rhythmatic Jiu Jitsu With biochemical scars left on my arms The wanderer, conqueror, turned absconder Def Con Zero over, Head Trauma From Letras Mania