| 歌曲 | Salute |
| 歌手 | Canibus |
| 专辑 | C Of Tranquility |
| The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once | |
| For an entire month | |
| Can-I-Bus? You know you can (4x) | |
| Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts with a passion | |
| Listen to how Canibus re-enact this | |
| Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master | |
| Drill your ass raw for ice core data | |
| An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal | |
| Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal | |
| Lyrically wave-theory like Timothy Leary | |
| So you don't have to understand me to hear me, you feel me? | |
| Barely, the quickening happens in between | |
| In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning | |
| Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings | |
| My fingertips are glistening but I'm listening | |
| Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular | |
| To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words | |
| Hip-Hop melismas, career suicide | |
| Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped | |
| To add a counter point, mix a master that drops | |
| Complex and confusing, I'm laughing because it's hot | |
| The super duper uber music conductor producer from the future | |
| Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas | |
| Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah | |
| Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors | |
| They watch over us, told me where to go | |
| But I can only take both of us so you better soldier up | |
| Size, activity, location, unit | |
| Time and equipment: What you going to do with it? | |
| Salute, that's what they do when I rip it | |
| I proved it, I did it, “D-R Period” was in the booth when I spit it | |
| Bread and Butter, Nigga | |
| Beyond Canibus motherfucker, broken Language the hustler | |
| Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard Cutter | |
| I'm the studio night-owl, stress give me white eyebrows | |
| Who the fuck I got to fight with now? | |
| Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America | |
| With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus | |
| Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal | |
| They call it criminal, I call it lyrical | |
| Call the Commissioner I'm going to crucify the Christian Caligula | |
| Like they crucified M.C. Christopher | |
| I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd | |
| If there's beef on the ground, I'm going to carve the cow | |
| Now, smuggle contraband through the canal | |
| I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style | |
| La Costa Nostra, deep like Deepak Chopra | |
| I kick your door down in loafers | |
| .45 in the holster, AK in the baby stroller | |
| Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover | |
| A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes | |
| With flows I expose what nobody knows |
| The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once | |
| For an entire month | |
| CanIBus? You know you can 4x | |
| Involuntary muscle spasm assassin busts with a passion | |
| Listen to how Canibus reenact this | |
| Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master | |
| Drill your ass raw for ice core data | |
| An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal | |
| Scalene in hydro, no pulse signal | |
| Lyrically wavetheory like Timothy Leary | |
| So you don' t have to understand me to hear me, you feel me? | |
| Barely, the quickening happens in between | |
| In the Elohim Lord Lizard King with the Ripper conditioning | |
| Partitioning with the Fischer King eating chicken wings | |
| My fingertips are glistening but I' m listening | |
| Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular | |
| To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words | |
| HipHop melismas, career suicide | |
| Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped | |
| To add a counter point, mix a master that drops | |
| Complex and confusing, I' m laughing because it' s hot | |
| The super duper uber music conductor producer from the future | |
| Stuff tubas with gunpowders to improvise bazookas | |
| Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah | |
| Delta soldiers in blimp balloon gondolas with stealth motors | |
| They watch over us, told me where to go | |
| But I can only take both of us so you better soldier up | |
| Size, activity, location, unit | |
| Time and equipment: What you going to do with it? | |
| Salute, that' s what they do when I rip it | |
| I proved it, I did it, " DR Period" was in the booth when I spit it | |
| Bread and Butter, Nigga | |
| Beyond Canibus motherfucker, broken Language the hustler | |
| Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard Cutter | |
| I' m the studio nightowl, stress give me white eyebrows | |
| Who the fuck I got to fight with now? | |
| Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America | |
| With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus | |
| Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal | |
| They call it criminal, I call it lyrical | |
| Call the Commissioner I' m going to crucify the Christian Caligula | |
| Like they crucified M. C. Christopher | |
| I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd | |
| If there' s beef on the ground, I' m going to carve the cow | |
| Now, smuggle contraband through the canal | |
| I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style | |
| La Costa Nostra, deep like Deepak Chopra | |
| I kick your door down in loafers | |
| . 45 in the holster, AK in the baby stroller | |
| Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover | |
| A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes | |
| With flows I expose what nobody knows |