[Canibus]   Hip-Hop, do that body rock //   Jam on it, Keep smoking //   Hip-Hop do, that body rock //   I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style //   Hah //      Hip-Hop, do that body rock //   Jam on it, Keep smoking //   Hip-Hop do, that body rock //   I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style //   Hah //      [Canibus]   Yeah, c'mon now, get on down //   Can-I-Bus, back with the Hip-Hop sound //   Twenty-years deep in this culture, compulsive //   Every day, this was the dream that I woke with //   Outside chilling, B-Boy's spinning //   Pretending not to notice the supreme-choice women //   I rep the Rude Boy Natty Dread posse //   And the [___A___] Zombie's behind me //   Turn the lights up, pick the mic up //   Get them hyped up, looking for the right cut //   I don't like much, but I love to bust //   At the crowd 'cause they love the rush //   The markings on my arm was drawn //   They symbolize the art of Hip-Hop in it's rawest form //   We can take it to the stage like we going to war //   Low crawling through the crowd we perform on tour //   Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow //   I was gone 'till November, six December's ago //   So //      [Canibus]   Hip-Hop, do that body rock //   Jam on it, Keep smoking //   Hip-Hop do, that body rock //   I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style //   Hah //      Hip-Hop, do that body rock //   Jam on it, Keep smoking //   Hip-Hop do, that body rock //   I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style //   Hah //      [Canibus]   Every day is a piece of eternity that we control //   That's why rap music feeds the soul //   D.J. drop needle, I shock people //   There's a mic doc in the house, and he's not legal //   Canibus just entered the building ya'll //   If you looking for the illest star, feel me ya'll //   I get a call, slide through Diego //   Hit the Bay off, with something less than a day old //   Here's a hot one for you to hold //   The super-emcee SuperBowl, winner takes all //   The Fahrenheit nine, eleven, rhyme weapon //   The underground give me credit when I'm sound checking //   I feel like it's now or never //   The rhymes stay clever when the wisdom-teeth grind together //   Go to sleep, I can't go to sleep unless I write something //   Then stay awake, I can't stay awake unless I recite something //   I can't recite something without tight substance //   When I'm busting, I leave motha fucking mics busted //      [Canibus]   Hip-Hop, do that body rock //   Jam on it, Keep smoking //   Hip-Hop do, that body rock //   I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style //   Hah //      Hip-Hop, do that body rock //   Jam on it, Keep smoking //   Hip-Hop do, that body rock //   I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style //   Hah //