| 歌曲 | Phuk U |
| 歌手 | Canibus |
| 专辑 | 2000 B.C. |
| 作词 : Harper, Williams | |
| Canibus) | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Ayo, nobody can flow with 'Bis, rock a show with 'Bis | |
| Or go toe to toe with Bis, none of y'all can coexist | |
| We living in an Ice Age, and it's cold as shit | |
| A hundred-thousand dollar price range; niggas is frozen stiff | |
| All I know is this, my felt tip, hotter than Hell get | |
| A hundred eighty six thousand miles per sec can melt flesh | |
| Give a nigga a tan, aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand | |
| While I promote that new Canibus jam | |
| Niggas feel it underground with stalactites hanging from the ceiling | |
| I'm out on tour with thirty city trips | |
| Every state is like bitches be bulimic for dicks | |
| Screaming the chorus, half unconscious, I hold my cordless | |
| Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest | |
| While the people go insane for us | |
| I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us | |
| Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain't paying for it | |
| I freestyle the whole set | |
| Kicking a hundred bars, nigga fuck who's on next | |
| Phuk U | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Fuck them extra niggas that's always around you | |
| Fuck niggas that talk about you and try to clown you | |
| Fuck niggas you run into that never did nothing for you | |
| Fuck niggas that's lying telling people they discovered you | |
| Fuck niggas that's jealous 'cause you nicer than them | |
| Don't give a fuck who you offend you got to fight 'til the end | |
| If you fuck a groupie chicken when you out on tour | |
| Smoke a little bit of weed with her then fuck her some more | |
| Tell her to bring three friends so you can fuck all four | |
| Menage-a-trois, what the fuck she expect, you a dog | |
| Almighty God blessed you with a dick and two balls | |
| So if you like to fuck pussy that don't mean that you wrong | |
| Unless you fuck it raw dog, I fuck a nappy dug out | |
| Bust in her mouth, kick her the fuck out | |
| She'll cuss me out, like // | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Your superstar status don't mean shit to me | |
| Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency | |
| Try to diss me now, how you sound? | |
| Yo, whoever signed you, must be running the circus 'cause you a clown | |
| You a rapper with a drug habit, hiding the truth | |
| Camouflaging your needle tracks with some colourful tattoos | |
| You was never equipped for this, never equipped to spit with Bis | |
| I'm swift as shit, let me point out the main differences | |
| You magnificent, I'm Mic-Nificent | |
| Yo, I'd even go out on a limb with it, say you write a little bit | |
| That don't make you a tight lyricist, cause you don't practice or stick with it | |
| Look at the sixty hour shifts I spend with this | |
| I never quit, I got a gift for the art | |
| A low maintenance cost, no physical moving parts | |
| In ninety-eight, niggas thought I was God | |
| How the fuck did that change, I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game | |
| So look inside yourself and tell me what you see | |
| If you see a hungry nigga then you looking at me | |
| And it's aight if you don't trust me, cause I don't trust you | |
| As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you, mother fucker, fuck you // |
| zuò cí : Harper, Williams | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Ayo, nobody can flow with ' Bis, rock a show with ' Bis | |
| Or go toe to toe with Bis, none of y' all can coexist | |
| We living in an Ice Age, and it' s cold as shit | |
| A hundredthousand dollar price range niggas is frozen stiff | |
| All I know is this, my felt tip, hotter than Hell get | |
| A hundred eighty six thousand miles per sec can melt flesh | |
| Give a nigga a tan, aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand | |
| While I promote that new Canibus jam | |
| Niggas feel it underground with stalactites hanging from the ceiling | |
| I' m out on tour with thirty city trips | |
| Every state is like bitches be bulimic for dicks | |
| Screaming the chorus, half unconscious, I hold my cordless | |
| Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest | |
| While the people go insane for us | |
| I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us | |
| Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain' t paying for it | |
| I freestyle the whole set | |
| Kicking a hundred bars, nigga fuck who' s on next | |
| Phuk U | |
| Canibus | |
| Fuck them extra niggas that' s always around you | |
| Fuck niggas that talk about you and try to clown you | |
| Fuck niggas you run into that never did nothing for you | |
| Fuck niggas that' s lying telling people they discovered you | |
| Fuck niggas that' s jealous ' cause you nicer than them | |
| Don' t give a fuck who you offend you got to fight ' til the end | |
| If you fuck a groupie chicken when you out on tour | |
| Smoke a little bit of weed with her then fuck her some more | |
| Tell her to bring three friends so you can fuck all four | |
| Menageatrois, what the fuck she expect, you a dog | |
| Almighty God blessed you with a dick and two balls | |
| So if you like to fuck pussy that don' t mean that you wrong | |
| Unless you fuck it raw dog, I fuck a nappy dug out | |
| Bust in her mouth, kick her the fuck out | |
| She' ll cuss me out, like | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Your superstar status don' t mean shit to me | |
| Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency | |
| Try to diss me now, how you sound? | |
| Yo, whoever signed you, must be running the circus ' cause you a clown | |
| You a rapper with a drug habit, hiding the truth | |
| Camouflaging your needle tracks with some colourful tattoos | |
| You was never equipped for this, never equipped to spit with Bis | |
| I' m swift as shit, let me point out the main differences | |
| You magnificent, I' m MicNificent | |
| Yo, I' d even go out on a limb with it, say you write a little bit | |
| That don' t make you a tight lyricist, cause you don' t practice or stick with it | |
| Look at the sixty hour shifts I spend with this | |
| I never quit, I got a gift for the art | |
| A low maintenance cost, no physical moving parts | |
| In ninetyeight, niggas thought I was God | |
| How the fuck did that change, I' m still one of the illest niggas in the game | |
| So look inside yourself and tell me what you see | |
| If you see a hungry nigga then you looking at me | |
| And it' s aight if you don' t trust me, cause I don' t trust you | |
| As a matter of fact I' ll probably bust you, mother fucker, fuck you |