(Canibus)
Yeah
I'm the ghost-rider with a face like a coalminer
On tracks, I'm more hyper than the Soul tiger
I pick the beat up on my back, my knee's crack
Mothafucka, I'm the sickest emcee to rap
I spit over Boom Bap, till tooth crack
Get a tooth-cap, for this new jack; a deuce, deuce, (tooth-cap)
Styling, cloak and dagger enter with violence
Savage, and silent, the world is an island
Tectonic plates gyrate, you trapped behind gate
With a five-eight primate
I elevate, that's why I sell what I make
My eyes chase light waves through time and space
Back on some mixtape shit; it's my fate
Y'all mothafuckas never gon' see my face
Get me on camera, erase time of dates
Inside the rhyme of space, the line is trace
What the fuck can be inside a diamond case
Besides the image of a baby coalminer's face?