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[Intro: Caller, Jay Z & (Howard Stern)]
(Go ahead youâre on the air with Jay Z)
Hey Jay, whatâs up man?
Whatâs happeninâ?
With uh, todayâs market
Pretty much watered down by people that took Biggieâs style
How do you feel about talent like Canibus not gettinâ a fair shake?
Um, I, I think all artists should get a fair shake
Uh Talib Kweli, Common Sense, Canibus
You know, I like the guyâs integrity
[Hook] (x2)
(To my people) This is my audiobiography
This is my audiobiography
(To all my people) This is my audiobiography
Nobody can tell it but me
[Verse 1]
Paul Allenâs birthday party, aboard the Crystal Harmony
1998, so far from poverty
Sixty nautical miles off the Beach of Sound
Madonnaâs music playinâ in the background
Dr. Boots sat across from me, Bill Gates walked out
Angela Basset tried to talk to me
He pointed to his residence, off the starboard bow
Looked like the presidentâs White House, we all said, âWowâ
In my mind Iâm like, âThis is dope right nowâ
I just sat down, sip some white wine and lounge
He asked everybody if they was enjoyinâ theyself
I thought to myself, âOf course we enjoyinâ your wealthâ
He asked me, âWhat do you do?â I told him, âIâm an entertainerâ
He said, âA singer?â I said, âNah, I produce bangersâ
I didnât fit in, fat gold chain on
Pure player sweatsuit, Timbs and shades on
Paul Allen standinâ there with Elvis Presley sideburns
I guess that was to keep his face warm
This bad shorty I was with, yeah she brought me along as a guest
I had to give it to her, I was impressed
We spent four days and five nights, wine and twilight
I didnât give a fuck about no Source and five mics
[?], Kweli doinâ Datwon Thomas
Them wicked ones used Hip-Hop to divide us
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 2]
Iâm a genius of compositions like Mike Mothersbaugh of the hood
In a circular line between studio Hollywood
I stood right there, and watched them produce the theme song for a film that I wasnât into
Back to the East Coast boom bap beats, I agree
[?] and Danielle, Lost Boys [?] routine
Clark Kent, Peter Panic, [?], CL from Cornerstone
Give me another shot of Cortisone
The Lex coupe, Bimmers, Benz, [?] and Bentleys
Star Wars, car wash, customer friendly
Goinâ through the Hollow Tunnel, clock at 1:20
If it wasnât for Kevin, Treach wouldâve killed Wendy
Talkinâ all that shit, cominâ outta Hot 97, Big Pun was like, âFall back âBisâ
I ran [?] in the rain, flat tire tack expire
The Negro League had a deal with Mariah
And the penthouse ponies from Kayah
At the table with the homie and Naomi when he gave her them diamonds
Hop the train to NBC and BK
Got groceries for this nigga, let me see what he say
They was solid gold, canât argue with that, right?
Always hold my niggas down thatâs the story of my life
My memory base jumpinâ all over the place
Just put the pieces together, ainât none of it fake
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3]
West Coast Californ-i-a, shit is real
In the front yard smokinâ some turtle with Henry Hill
He put me on the phone with Cameron G in Seattle
We was just talkinâ âbout life, itâs all natural
I told him âbout how I do music, nothinâ major
I just came back from Fort Lewis via Vegas
Henry was writtinâ a book, workinâ on the pages
I remember the movie âbout his life he was famous
He asked me âbout Second Round, donât ask me why
Bad Boys donât advertise but I had to comply
I said how cool Mike was, donât believe the lies
And how Tyson lived next to the Sultan of Brunei
I drove Mikeâs Porsche up to the Sultanâs gate
He act sad like security be at the wake
He got out, walked inside, itâs night time
They had a mini horse track around the property line
I lost money at Kentucky Derby, âcause I ainât lucky like that
I just got memories about rap
Remember put this in your CD Rom, www.canibus.com
Few people understood where I was goinâ when I said it
I was so far ahead in the future, I regret it
Isolated, forced to fight with the basics, I looked crazy
But the truth is, itâs so amazinâ
I got friends in high places
But countless enemies with deep seeded hatred who donât want me to say shit
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 4]
They took away my green card, figaro
Mickey the monkey canât travel overseas no moâ
I moved back to Atlanta, back to the basics
Northside Drive, Dallas, Austin lives in a space ship
Stamps in my passport, been many places
So many situations, so many faces
In the limo with the high priest on the way to a Sony party
The only time I met Nas
Me [?] and the high priest skip in line
We had beast with us, lookinâ like Spetsnaz
We stepped inside, everybody knew I wrecked rhymes like, âBring the record back Selektahâ
From twenty minutes a bounce, it was more like ten
But whoâs countinâ? And thatâs when everything got clouded
The high priest had on black tuxedo slacks
With red shirt and red alligators to match
Back in the limo, Iâm lookinâ at my world through a tinted window
Iâm thinkinâ, âCan it all be so simple?â
The priest put his hand on his heart, Pledge of Allegiance
And said he was the son of [?], believe it
He wore a pinky ring, said the ring made him a mobsta
Then he said [?] was his father
Thatâs Theodore Bowen, Jessibell [?]
Timmy Visine fell for mafia all day
It got to be something to it âcause they live like gods
And itâs the truth, thatâs some real Hip-Hop hoorah
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 5]
K-Solo, BOLO, Pac-Man
Born Sun, David Madison, the Sharpshooter Clan
Maintaininâ my mojo, record vocals
I went from underground to worldwide pan global
Back to independent, distributed local
Life is so anecdotal, I still rep like Iâm supposed to
2005, summertime, Orlando
Shaquille OâNeal wearinâ 22 inch sandals
Cory Gunz, Marley Marl, Kay Slay nigga, Papoose
Young Zee, the whole god damn crew
Deja, 34, back then I was so damn raw
Nobody could see we bar for bar, look at me
Superman vs. Bizarro, Kryptonite cargo embargo
Listen they ainât want no part yo
The red white and blue, 500 pound bomb proof
Shock troop [?] troop mark my [?]
The five ten program, freedom is a slave to no man
If you meet my on point, I got you
Lock âem load âem and shock âem, rock âem top to bottom
First cat put the kibosh on all columns, what options? Nothinâ, need oxygen
Howard Stern took me to a Hip-Hop event (One time)
But not again, what?
[Outro: Howard Stern, Canibus & (Man)]
Canibus is here
You hung out with Mike Tyson?
Well howâs that?
Mikeâs cool, heâs cool
Is he cool?
Do you think heâs okay?
Heâs intelligent
Really?
Where do you write with Mike Tyson? I mean did you, you wrote a song with him?
Yeah, yeah we, we-
Where did you go to his mansion in, uh, Las Vegas?
I, Iâve been with him there
Oh, you have
Did you see the tiger that he has?
Yeah, heâs got four. He lets âem run loose
Oh my⦠What do they feed those things?
I donât know man, like raw chickens or somethinâ
Really? Oh, that is sick man. Oh, thatâs wild man
(Itâs, you know. Things [?]. They donât talk about boxing.)
(They talk about, a lot of their theories on life and stuff.)
Canibus is on top of the scene
See this guyâs on the cutting edge of rap
Howâs your album sellinâ?
Itâs certified gold
Is that right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Can-I-Bus, you know?