(Welcome . . .
This is the story for all of you boys and girls . . .)

It all started on the canibus-central dot com /
Before I started to rap, before I could drop bombs /
of individual lyrical new shit, I used to /
hit the site every night for all the Canibus exclusives /

Then Poet Laureate Infinity came out /
and transformed the mixing board into a playgorund /
Mix after mix, they couldnt get the right fix /
and I honestly thought it was quite sick /

How they would chop the bars /
to form lines like the constellations that interlock stars /
Even Canibus shouted them out for their hard work /
from thousands of mixes and Rip the Jacker artwork /

As time decayed like waves on the beach /
So did canibus-central and all the ways it used to be /
Almost everybody sought to fight /
It mustve been the virus when ihiphop bought the site /

I saw the light and it came right from XPreNN /
He is the man with the microphones best friend /
And thus, he made us a site that we could trust /
where people wouldnt hate or diss Can-I-Bus /

Select invitations were sent /
To the ones who would rather build instead of break the fence /
and raise, not drop the unity /
Ones who would truely represent the Hip-Hop community /

- Part II -

[Hook]

I always stay focused the longest, I promise /
I can battle any artist till they just get exhausted and forfeit /
With actual supernatural forces, Im a HRSM4N from Hell /
Immune to the garlic water and the crosses /

(2x)

[Verse]

Its the mothafucking Lyrical Assassin /
Faster than neurotransmissions reacting across your synapses /
to the receptors of cells where acetylcholine, norephinephrine /
seretonin and the fucking dopamine is captured /

Fuck with me, You bound to catch disaster /
Fuck with us, You bound to see your life flash /
right before your eyes and experience exactly what comes after /
Why battle a species born for slaughter like the cattle in the pasture? /

Shining till you have no eyes left /
Cause when you cant (C /see) and definite (site/sight) can only be /
A "What IF", Get it? If not /
You lazy boy like one-ninety-nine and another nine next /

Dont even talk trash to get rowdy /
Ill leave your head wrapped like Ferdowsi /
and Ill respond with twice as much as you said /
HA. HA. Kickin verses for EWS /

Im the best, 24 (Cevon/7) you creep /
Never call my one-hundred and sixty eight hours (weak/week) /
Im coming with Tits McGee, Tranquil Beast /
JVLN FNGS, MetaJake, Th3 R1PP3R and Omni3 /

When I rip you with Purity, An Intellectual Athlete /
DJ Kru and Karma Infinite steady blasting beats /
Presto, Lets Flow! /
3rd Hoax and Jaye Lowell told us to Lets Go! /

Pushing the threshold, never stall /
Man, If you scared to take a shot, tell me how can you (BaaL/ball)
Yea, eighty-eight percent nocturnal (Noctoural88) /
At night time, Im bringing Dante and his inferno /

To burn you, Ignite rhymes /
Shan 51 mixin the polar caps of Soltron and Cygon /
Knowledge God represents K.G. /
The initials of the nakme that my precious mother gave me /

I live Hip-Hop, Rip Rock, The block flip-flops /
Graduated from the shout out to the spitbizzox /
The clock tick-tocks against those who must hate /
Restards, Takes you sixty minutes just to register /

A sixty second update, you cupcakes who fuck apes /
How can your eyes see Hip-Hop if they trust (mace/Ma$e)? /
Just thought I would spray that fact /
This is Mortal Kombat for anybody trying to AJAX Chat /

Thinking that your bars stack high? /
You couldnt start an "Enterprise" with a Startrek Guide /
A record aint a record till its Akashic /
Signature imagery like LORD ZERO with the graphix you bastard /

Representing C-I-F /
Yeah, Representing C-I-F /
Troubles what Im known to be /
The most hated since my girl double O, B E (OOBE) /