{crowd chanting}
  Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus
  Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus [2x]
  
  [Hook: 2x]
  Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
  Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
  Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
  Well I'm gone (Ohhhhhh!)
  
  [Verse 1]
  Yo, my brain races to create these lyrical mosaics like paintings
  To me record store and art galleries are merely the same thing
  I feel like I'm Rembrandt and my man Van Gogh is amazin
  Canibus is not some average rap patron, have patience
  I went through changes, not being with the majors and all
  'Til my man Louie Lombard gave me a call
  and talked about some other way to cake off
  I thought hmmm.. I could make more, he said "Sure"
  "I could put you in about three thousand stores,
  and get at least fifty thousand orders"
  "Maybe more 'Bus, who knows your fanbase is emormous"
  Well of course, look who I've toured with; Wyclef
  I didn't sell twenty million cuz it wasn't my time yet
  I'm satisfied with the line up I rhyme with
  Kool G Rap, Pharoahe Monch, and Rakim
  Including future superstars I've worked with thus far
  Like Free, from 106 and Park
  You need to understand somethin; 'Bus is raw
  Raw to the floor, raw like reservoirs,
  Auger mechanical mandible jaws, split you in half
  Addicted to rippin jackers, but I rip a jackass
  Before we battle, there's two questions I have to ask
  Are you carrying any firearms, and did you pack your bags?
  Cool, cuz I'ma make you feel real bad
  And I'ma make you so mad, you'll probably spazz
  I can see you tryna get me like they got Biggie
  Somewhere in the city, on a pretty day when I dressed in Jiggy
  And I got security with me
  I'll give you a buck-fifty so quickly,
  you won't even know that ya nose dripping
  So much blood on the floor, you might as well be pretending
  to be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing
  Sounds kinda tempting, doesn't it?
  Dissing me wasn't really worth it, was it?
  I'm buggin, I know a lot of y'all loved it
  and tryed to convince the public to safe bug this
  But just think, I played y'all like a bunch of puppets
  You play Russian Roulette with a musket,
  and got busted in your own nugget
  A twenty-one gun salute with no bullets and no trumpets
  While the rain pours and the storm thunders
  Your rotten carcass smells so pungent, it turns my stomach
  Attracts the buzzards, on Fox Eyewitness News coverage
  Rip the Jacker's on the loose in London,
  he slipped through US customs and flew to Dublin
  Frontin as a janitor in a school or somethin
  Workin for little or nothin, I'm warnin you DON'T TRUST HIM
  He's a complete risk to the American public
  And don't ever call the law cuz he thinks he's above it
  Let's get one thing straight; you can't touch him,
  Outsmart him, out muscle him, or out hustle him
  You can't beat 'em - join 'em, you can't join 'em - fuck 'em
  Can-I-Bus, either ya hate him or ya love him
  
  [Hook: 2x]
  
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah yeah, I seen you at Ruby Tuesday's
  With a toupee, talkin on ya two-way -- you look gay
  Nigga I don't give a fuck about the games you play
  I gnaw on ya bones 'til my teeth turn blue-gray
  Or turn yellow like I ain't brushed in a few days
  And the blood starts to taste like red toothpaste
  Nigga this ain't communion and that ain't Kool-Aid
  Delicacies the FDA won't approve in the states
  Like a little witche's brew in your vanilla latte
  Or perhaps Filet of Dog in a Malaysian cafe
  If I was a cook I would probably take a half day
  Clock out and never come back, you keep the back pay
  That's some metaphorical shit, all you have A
  Is that why all you weirdos all attracted to me?
  Look at yourself, why you even listen to me?
  Listen to yourself, your constantly dissin me
  Well listen to this bitch, get off my D
  If you don't think that I'm the illest, that's cool I don't agree
  I proved myself, time and time again
  Grippin mics like Heinekens, who want me to rhyme again?
  You could never expire the fire within
  Killin me with a gun is easy, try a pen
  For the use it was intended
  I don't like to be the one to start the drama nigga,
  but I know how to end it
  Kill yourself I'll take the credit - get it?
  You see that way, things couldn't work out more pleasant