[Chorus] This is the C section Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven This is the C section A lyrical legend second to none in this profession
[Canibus] I spit it exquisite And rip it minute by minute I'm in it to win it You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist With a senator minister from the executive senate Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it For an expensive percentage With nine tenths of the credit Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter This is art imitating life imitating art Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk Idealistically I spit for free The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me Challenges me E A six speed prowlers Superior air power Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless Spittin rhymes out by the thousands Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit Attitude cynicism and lassitude Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son Your children disappear from a trition Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar And rock it like thugs who work for mic club Hyped up and tear the mic up my man Move forward as expeditiously as I can Ain't nobody in the world like Bis The nitrous with radio telescopic devices Same type shit Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American Lyricist turned microphone terrorist Airlift me off the front line to my therapist So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this This is what they want this is what they love To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris Theories of super-lattice and super-savage Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch The farther I climb the harder I rhyme You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive The quality of life is an illusion of the mind Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side According to the science of the C-section applied If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised I C-section the sky let my energy rise At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived The only drawback is that I didn't have kids To C-section my beautiful whiz And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his Who knows what the future will bring It stresses me to think This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important Now I gotta follow orders defend borders From Maine to California Seattle to Florida If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her I'd speak to her about my passions As the hourglasses turn my life passes I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him Forget it that's the future this is the present A message to anybody listenin to the C section
Yeah!!! That's the beat right there. I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit. So don't try this at home, yo.
Yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans Because I recognize its all about timin Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side of it I'm known geographically and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me They even tried kidnappin me And they would've snatched me If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal Lyrically I'm off scale So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the southpaw southern fist I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp Back the tougher shit. What a wimp You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad. My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the formula stashed in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last I put him in a leather mask Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas Then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh "You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass You need to recognize My hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die A nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames Dividin myself into 100 ten times You can't deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light Water fly like a saucer With the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on Nigga try to flip and get flipped on My army march a million strong Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on Extremely hostile Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong Screamin "incomin" when I see a bomb Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus 800,000 to even consider a war And 200,000 more to even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt 9 out of 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds You motherfuckers really get on my nerves Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience To barbecue your brain organs You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it That's some sick shit homeboy A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence? You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints Battlin me you never win You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? Nigga guess again Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian
[Canibus] Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' So in the ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin The beautiful blend of power and strength From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end I verbally burn a nigga, Lyrically hurt a nigga, Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga, Who can spit the words quicker than the average man? Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands On candid cam, the Canibus can The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man
[Chorus] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!) So come on (Hold on) Hold on!! It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!) So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
[Canibus] Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!) Live for it (die for it!) Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it you mad at the last album, I apologise for it, Yo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled it, But this time for 99 I got 5 on it You should double up and put a dime on it, Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it I'ma shine on it, Watch Flex drop a bomb on it About ten times on it Watch people call a request line for it Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it 12 O'Clock in the morning you'll be standin on line for it I'm a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it
[Canibus] Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics Of a hollow tip at point blank distance I flip shit when I spit shit Father forgive Bis, I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians Coz they sounded like idiots They went from silver to gold to platinum After the millenium they'll probably be wearin' Iridium They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium Y'all niggaz can't be serious, I was nice before ice Before Christ, before the words let there be light And a light took over the night I was born with a mic Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life Took this rap shit to new heights Before the Wright brothers took flight Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes Before MC's picked up pens and started to write Before promotional marketin' and ?posterlights? The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics Punch out lights Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight For the title bought fight Ask Top Phife, I snatch the track for half price The Canibus is too nice Gimme that mic!
[Verse 1: Canibus] Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' So in the ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin The beautiful blend of power and strength From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end I verbally burn a nigga Lyrically hurt a nigga Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga Kennedy curse a nigga Who can spit the words quicker than the average man? Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands On candid cam, the Canibus can The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man
[Chorus: Canibus (Killah Priest)] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you (should have never left you) Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!) So come on (Hold on) Hold on!! It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you (should have never left you) Without a strong rhyme to step to I told y'all (C'mon!!) I roast y'all (C'mon!!) So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
[Verse 2: Killah Priest] Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress Look down, the whole town with torches Blood on the door knock where our lord slept Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious Broken windows with canisters, hidden cameras Masked man at the top of the bannister Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware' Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare' So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright morning star His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabrera Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink The seed inside the sanctuary, scary Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her' Pass the reefer, bass cheeba, Solomon judge wisely Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
[Verse 3: Ras Kass] I'm live evil, I know live people Anxious to bang ya wit heavy metal like Magneto Now who really on some gangsta shit? Not every nigga with a stomach tattoo, bandana and a click homey You ain't dope just cuz ya sniff it, I lace ya blunt with it That just makes ya a wack rapper and a drug addict, get it These niggaz rhyme like they AK spray shit Sell a ki of yay shit, gotta ride, homicide, every single day shit Get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don't play shit Hit the pavement screaming it's just entertainment And that ain't it, life sucks like pedagation My obligation, expose all ya funny bunnies Rappers actin slash fudge packin for the money Cuz next week if the new fad was hip hop fags You'll find a lot of these thug niggaz in drag
[Verse 4: Kurupt] I'm ghetto symatic, automatic static Catatonic, supersonic, ebonic chronic addict Astronomical when the thunder dome sinner In the depths of the dungeon Dangerous, disasterly Catastrophes, metamorphis into a pit To run and die, cracking the bricks on the walls Camoflauge on the side of the lodge Bout to put something up in the garage Its time for World War 3 mufucka! You know me Young Gotti mufucka! I holds the microphone like a grudge In a 'llac laid back so back the fuck up Dis might give you a heart attack It's real simple can't get more simple than that (than that, than that)
[Intro, imitating the owl from the "Tootsie Pop" commercials] One ... two ... three... [Chomping sound] ... three!!
[Canibus] Yo, in linear terms, my thirty-three degree, and a Words will give you thirty-third degree burns First I write thirty-three lines to a verse About how I created the Earth out of thirty-three quirks Thirty-three of my peers never thought it would work For thirty-three days, I started my relentless research And I figured, if Jigga could do, twenty-two two's As an mc, then I could do, thirty-three three's Suddenly it occurred, at three-thirty, on March third It came to me like God's word I started to load my thirty-three caliber Mossberg Went to the top of the Empire State, on thirty-third Thirty-three gunshots was heard Thirty-three pedestrians lay wounded or dead, on the curb Thirty-three squad cars rushed to the scene As soon as they heard some mad-man had gone berserk I demanded thirty-three million Or I was going to kill thirty-three of the women and children in the building I gave them thirty-three minutes to respond Then I proceeded to arm, a backpack nuclear bomb I set the timer for three hours, and three minutes long Told them not to try nothing funny or I'd kill them all They still never responded Until I saw thirty-three of the S.W.A.T. team jump out of three helicopters I told them for the third and final time If they crossed the line again, I'd take, thirty-three lives Three of the hostages started crying Three of them started wilding, and convinced, three more to start an uprising Three of them stood to their feet and started freestyling I didn't know what to do, so I started rhyming I tried to kick three-hundred bars But I got picked off by a sniper from thirty-three yards The bullet hit me but it got lodged, and ricocheted off Three organs three inches away from my heart My name went down in history, as the illest MC Rewind it and count it, thirty-three threes
[Intro] Yea, yea Can-I-Bus, Mic Club (Nothin' to prove it's all love)
[Canibus:] I bust through like Sputnik 2 This is man's best friend, whoopty-woo The flag is black, red, and blue True shoot from the hoopty Dogs jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless nights Firefights inspire my life, why do I write? Twenty-year Hip-Hop vet, they perceive me as a threat They manifest beads of sweat Examine the blood trail Squeeze trigger puss drips out of the thumbnails I smell like gun shells Polonium, pandemonium with a dose of unknownium The Soviet Hugo Rodier Fourth generation roper report Everything I was taught bore resemblance to my thoughts The truth and design of the Guggenheim rhyme Where every line is weaponized then applied Mob shit, talk it acquisition is sick I don't miss when I twist the 556 Stand there with arms folded Firearms make me look large and bloated ("I'ma gonna have to project my voice") Equipment check, church bells time ("Some of this stuff might get intense") One more time - Just kill 'em 'Bus Ain't nobody around to witness nothin' Heavens devil strangle Hell's Angel with a mic cable Then J Wells came through
[Sample from Nas @ the L.A. Listening Party on December 14th, 2006:] "Yo, the niggaz that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them niggaz use to have me like If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!"
"Yo, the niggaz that use to have a nigga a little nervous was like; B.I.G., 'Pac, (Right), even Canibus, like Eminem them niggaz use to have me like If we go at it dawg we gotta go HARD!"
[Canibus:] Yea, yo I support a secure change of custody Don't trust the beat, trust me Canibus the emcee Without movin' my neck I turn to the left Yes I am the best you'll learn to respect 'Til your death, Hip-Hop is the body, you are the chest I am the vest, we are sworn to protect This behavioural bomb rewritable radio songs "What station is your radio on?" My trainin' is worth millions Imam death squad rush the building From the frontline with Prince William I am Prince William's exercise cover and concealment Prohibit the media from filming Never in the moment, always thinkin' of the Omen I pause soldiers, nobody told them Inoculate; I postulate not your weight Drop to your face, the active component will not break My Omanium friend tried to pay me in Yen I threw the money in his face and said "Pay me again" You wanna talk to the kid? Enter this ten digit grid I'll explain to you what I did "702-386-5397", call, leave a message Y'all niggaz can't rap, so why you wanna go and do that? You move the crowd, I move the map The defying mad Lion, triumph over the rulers of Zion Fuck your "Blood Diamonds", I'd rather laugh dyin' Miners in the mine shaft cryin' "Apocalypto" from GITMO, I'll clash with the last Mayans The Sun stone science, the black, red and blue alliance Jump through the fire, you'd be a fool to try it The fire suit don't fit, NO SHIT! My Saratoga suit got a customized grip With a batwing released for both wrist and both feet Blazing high, but I don't feel no heat Hip-Hop's master chief, "Here, have a seat" In the mic booth where I hang slab the meat Before, during, or after debrief I'll crack your teeth, don't talk unless if asked to speak The Rift Valley Fever symptoms could last for weeks We call a hell in a cell, watch the bastard tweak Reach 80° degrees North, 14° degrees East Beneath the ice sheet lies the Spitzberg Beast Transmission distorted, injuries reported Mission aborted, follow your orders, move forward BRAVO! I fell in love with you Suzanne Malveaux On the down-low, know you know She talked to the Canibus man Code name: "Javelin Fangz" With "Nothing to Prove" to the rap fans Could've elaborate further but suffice to say "God damn that emcee made my day" He's a butcher, a baker, a vapour box maker from Jamaica Still talkin' trash to the haters I'll clash with the graders, this is major manual labour Beta test the data with blue lasers Canibus wavin' Alice, it's "Nothing to Lose" in Los Angeles Suing Hip-Hop for the damages G-4's, 10.4's, still conscious but not for long Missile lock-on; stop the song
[Chorus] Doop-doop da-da.. It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A. Doop-doop da-da.. It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A. Doop-doop da-da.. It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A. Doop-doop da-da.. It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A.
[Verse 1] Yeah, cruisin down Melrose, hella slow in a yellow Marinello Lookin for who sells shelltoes that I could match with my silk robe I'm like Hugh Heffner at 26 years old, with clear goals Yeah I'll take two pair of those I love the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro All I do is tell you dudes where the Western Union dough You need my social security info? Here's my tax I.D. number, it's worth ten fold I remember my first album, it shipped gold That's a insult, considering I did this one in Kinko's I'm dying to see what this will sold Will the critics diss it at all, or will they feed 'Bus to the wolves? Like I haven't been there before, but at least I'm on a different vibe now, this year it's on
[Verse 2] It's definitely a different vibe west of the Prime Meridian Producers play with live instruments, rhymes are wittier But don't sleep cuz in a heartbeat Cali is shittin ya Someone'll put a hit on ya, this'll be where they bury ya I think it's beautiful, I don't want to be scarin ya The women are prettier and the climate is superior Got a girl from Syria, smells like strawberries on her period I'm serious - that's why I moved in with the chick We on the top of Mount Olympus, sharin our interests over a moonlit dinner, burnin some insense She looks so innocent, next think I know she's pinnin me to the bed like a scene outta Basic Instinct Bought her a pink mink and a double link ring She didn't know I was a rapper and I did my thing-thing What a coincidence, she listened to Eminem and Nsync Shaggy, Nelly, and the St. Lunatic clique, Uh-Ohhhh!
[Verse 3] Yeah baby, Canibus in the flesh Everybody want a dose of me, come here baby stand close to me Take a photo with me, take this address If you develop 'em post one to me If you miss me and you wanna kiss me then blow one to me I like your incentricities, tailor-fitting jeans Tennis bracelets from Tiffany's in Venice, Italy Are you from the Middle East? (Oh) I plan to travel there after my new release I got Timbaland doin some beats Yeah, his cousin goes to school with my neice By the way I'm sorta starred, what kinda food do you eat? Yeah sure hop in the car, we'll cruise the streets Around here I know alotta cool places to eat You off from what, noon to three, just roll with me My homie Lou just two-wayed me from Lagoona Beach You can meet the rest of the crew, a bunch of super freaks We got to unwind, we 'bout to hit the road in two weeks, c'mon
[Canibus] Yeah, let's go... yo Aiyyo I put it to you so raw, you probably OD on the floor That's what you get for disagreein with God The LeBron James Bond, my aim with the arm is so long that I can tag along with SOCOM I spit to the beat, flip like Swizz did to the Beat At sunrise, I spit to the East Niggaz talk shit in the streets, when they 'bout to get released They ain't got no lip for the beast Make you strip like police, I point the heat From the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep Got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beat, shit is so deep I check to make sure it's no leaks Lookin like Jada in a black Jig-ari Half Jag, half Ferrari, the valet saw me Shorty wanna know how the flesh work, what's under my sweatshirt That's why I hit the gym 'til my chest hurt Next year or summer I'ma kill the conjecture For now I'm just a hustler tryin to give you my best work
"Aids Is Gold, HIV Is Platinum" (feat. Lisa Stone)
"Aids Is Gold, HIV Is Platinum" (feat. Lisa Stone)
[Canibus] Yo yo, I just appeared outta nowhere, 1980 was the year Engineered as a biological weapon of warfare Now with this I generate with more fear Even though back then nobody cared and people wasn't as scared I never used to get so much attention Most of the top contenders at the time I was good friends with For instance my man small pox was hot He used to SoundScan ten thousand a week and that was a lot That nigga Hepatitis B, he was hyper than me He used to get between twelve and twenty thousand a week Alcohol was the neighborhood star Bubbling, drugs had niggaz juggling All kinds of controlled substances My man cancer was like Charles Manson Cigarettes almost made the Surgeon General ban them Homicide was buggin cause he had guns to amp them And I was on the low amp cause I had a plant kid
[Chorus: Canibus and Lisa Stone x2] Aids is gold and HIV was platinum Sit down, ask them where you get your facts from Five hundred thousand niggaz in the hood with it And a million more niggaz is gettin ready to get it
[Canibus] Yo, yo, now that millions is dead I'm considered widespread Number one on the top ten and considered a world wide threat To all the kids, thirteen to twenty-three tryin Sex, unsafe sex, you niggaz need to use latex H-I-V will progress to A-I-D-S And transform your warm blooded bones to dry flesh By stressing the immune system Promiscuous men and women trying to avoid getting the micro-organism in them from running up in it raw Ready and willing, a couple of minutes of a good feeling is what'll kill them Break ya body down in steps, breath for breath In the hospital wit less then a dozen T-cells left
[Canibus] Yo I went from "Killing Them Softly" to killing them harshly Minorities from twenty to forty can't afford to ignore me They do my dirty work for me - goin to raunchy ass parties where they be havin orgies to transport me Through the semen and blood, needles and drugs Choose which one of the two demons in evil you trust Cause the only way I could be detected is by getting tested and most people don't question the person they having sex with as to whether or not they infected Even the people you already slept wit wouldn't suspect that they can catch it Forty percent of the AIDS patients is Afro-Americans And we only twelve percent of the population That statement is a fact, latinos and blacks face it It came straight from the World Health Organization Its the iron fist, scientist, slash rhyme-chiatrist Here to diagnose that we dyin quick