About That Time - Termanology, Canibus

It’s about that time

You know me, I’m about that rhyme

Canibus and Termanology

Two of hip hop’s top Gs

Watch, B

Canibus lyrically fit

Termanology spit a million bars

First 16 start like this

A rack of bombs lay stacked on the floor

Above the doors of the Bombay I can drop bombs all day

Any city all states any place any muzzles they all ate

My metaphors break jaws outta place

30 shots change courses, lock, reload

What up PO?

I throw bullets the size of burritos

Prototype speedboats built by Lockheed on the East Coast

Drag you by the feet with 30 feet of rope

Gotta pay dues dude, put you on Youtube

One million views and that moment you lose

Against the freckle-faced elephant man

With cold, clammy, gelatin hands

Research and develop the plan

Because now everybody hollerin'

Hip hop ain’t bringin' the dollars in

Radio got no more tolerance

Objection sustained

Ya’ll niggas can’t fuck with Germaine

You can’t verify the shit that he claim

Just a man in the matrix

I stand by my statements

Every time I run a program they ERASE it!

The plot unfolds

You hear the army snare drum roll

The beat tolls cause you know I’ve got soul.

Yo!

I rap alone strap a microphone 'round my chest

Like a saxophone fully automated battle phones

Canibus and Termanology

White hot speech black box beats

You listenin' to hip hop’s chief

Termanology, what’s the prophesy

Show them how you got the right to rock wit me

Boy you better fry that beat!

Yo we the last of a dyin' breed