2006[Canibus]Ayo //Hip-Hop music needs a blood transfusion //I been trying to give it to them; they don\'t want to use it //Sick with the ink, it\'s a sin to think //Canibus don\'t blink, he pretend to wink //Yo, anything more than what I need is called greed //That\'s what I used to believe //But on the eve of my funeral, my body was recoupable //My musical policy was renewable //Details, my stem-cell got that hemp-smell //With a dark-purple chemtrail, God bless Hell //\'Cause Denzel\'s stem-cell costs ten mill\' //One in every ten males could get it for themselves //It\'s deep, see niggas\' with rotten-teeth beat-boxing the beat //Barefoot, kicking rocks in the streets //Staring at the clouds, looking for leaks //When it rains, it pours, my metaphors got them looking for me //C to the A, N, I, B, U, S, in the flesh //Nigga, my breath is the treasure in my chest //I\'ve been around the world, and came back like return-mail //Came back to cure the world\'s ills //Cold night\'s in the barracks, hot days in the desert //With every other available pressure //Yes sir, I start to zone out, nobody knows how //A baldhead for a gold-crown, no doubt //Cannonball run, no cars, all guns //I keep a big satchel of five-star rum //I don\'t paper-chase, I just spit the bars //The truth is, I was in debt before I was born //I don\'t paper-chase, I just spit the bars //The truth is, I was in debt before I was born //Time keep on slipping //I know that // "C", 103, 2000BC, BUS, Canibus, CTHS, Jamz, Lost, Lyrics, of, PLOO, RTJ, RTJ2, Science, Tranquility