[Verse 1: Canibus]
I'm a nuclear warhead, right now you're provoking my detonation
Never test me without proper authorization
My lack of patience will cause me to get mad
And explode in your motherfucking face like an airbag
Your spit is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate
I create lyrics too intricate to imitate
Moving at a velocity that'll break your stopwatch if you clocking me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
[Verse 2: A+]
Yo yo yo, it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you
I'm sicker than any nigga that been admitted to Bel View
The rhymes I was born in with vеnom my strongest strength
My pen is likе a weapon when I hold it at arms length
With Kedar's consent I represent over tracks with Clark Kent
With some super vision from Superman, I get stupid man
You open off the verbal aerobics
I was in the Canada state of mind when I wrote it
I'm the dopest, when it comes to this son
I'm invisible to your third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth one
Maybe even a sixth one
Keep a big infrared on the big gun
For pinpoint accuracy to hit one, never miss
The professional specialist remember this
The name A-+ is synonymous with excellence
Don't forget that, before I have to get the click-clack
Give you a wetback believe me it'll be a major setback
[Verse 3: Canibus]
Atomic bomb mushrooms develop when I blow the hell up
I cock back and blow a big ass whole in your melon
So recognize the size of my tribe when we bounce
Me and the Fugees roll deeper than the sperm count
The bigger they are the harder they fall, that's bullshit!
The bigger they are the harder they hit
It's illogical because my hands skills are not dodge-able
That's why I spar with the North Star because I'm phenomenal
Yo, I only smoke bones with niggas I roll with
'Cause they keep it real even when they not sober
When niggas wanna stick me like I've got the ball
My man is right there ready to blow your face off your skull
You couldn't fuck around with me or the niggas I run with
Got more firepower than United States gunship
I know it might sound odd
I'm not in the military, but I'm known as the East Coast Guard
So, to all my sick niggas making six figures
Tryna get a piece of the pie like [?] winners
Smoking Phillies, I get silly and get it open
I be keeping it real for the real niggas I roll with
[Verse 4: A+]
Going bananas like an angry orangutan
[Verse 5: Canibus]
Distortion, my brainwaves communicate with martians
My Fantastic .44 firepower's awesome
No man alive can survive my lyrical army
I don't care if you've got nine lives or five heartbeats
I generate volts like electric eels
'Cause I be sparkin' 'em like plugs in automobiles
And I'm so for real with my lyrical skill
Mentally ill in the brain like Cypress Hill
Don't try to sneak attack, I'm never sleepin', black
I do 360s with my head when I watch my own back
And you shoulda known that, that shit was dead from the start
I'll beat you more times a minute than a healthy heart
Rolling deep with niggas by the carloads
And land cruisers and some shit, $50,000 autos
And I step through your club like a portal
And bag all the bitches because I got more lines than bar codes
Yo, who the fuck wanna battle the ill mathematical
My motherfucking brain is IBM compatible
My techniques are foreign, far from being boring
'Cause my style is hard like Castle without McCormick
I run through your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My style’s like AIDS ‘cause don’t nobody want it
Niggas be acting like they hard
But I’m a Street Fighter like Jean-Claude and I’ll spit your shit, pa
Right down the middle, play you like a fiddle
I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property... hold up, hold up!
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly
With the burner I murder anything that bleeds
Ambushing niggas in the trees like Vietnamese covered with leaves
Wow, always on point like a projectile
Cold kidnapping niggas like the aliens of X-Files
With styles, I got more than you realise
And I make a motherfucker with amnesia realise
