Nationwide Ruckus - Canibus

Wake up every morning, yo I must succeed uh

Nationwide ruckus, make the word stampede uh

Show with me, make we roll some weed uh

Mad charge nigga, now I must proceed uh

Ey yo, I had to make this beat available offline

Just in case the power goes out in the middle of my rhyme

Improvising, improving, maximizing my ability to do this

Pullin' strings even when my mouth’s not moving

The black cat that’s stoopin' on the love boat film or action movies

You want to hate boat troll?

Then active coofy

The intellectual thinker is attracted to me

Rollin' up Scooby snack doobies, take two puffs and pass it to me

Sittin' in the back of a jacked up tailgate

I know my bitch look young, but she ain’t jailbait

Copenhagen’s known for fake, she kinda like how it taste

That’s why she all up in my face

Speakerbox boomin' all up in that *place*

Codename 308s, Can-I-Bus that *great?*

Holdin' hands, singin' kumbaya, it’s too late

They say a racial war coming, go paint your face

Ripper verse psychology curse, statue even during apologies

Are you not entertained?

Then follow me

Cody wasn’t for hire, brief fabricated slam fire

Silver rounds for the vampires

Wake up every morning, yo I must succeed uh

Nationwide ruckus, make the word stampede uh

Show with me, make we roll some weed uh

Mad charge nigga, now I must proceed uh

Now let’s stay on topic, let’s talk about it

My product and my latest Hip-Hop project, CBD vaporizers

Gold plated Olmec face, they come with a golden neck brace

Senior technician, 401K

Activate, smash your face with the trey eight strapped around the waist

Then dump you in a dilapidated place

Beat 'em down with aluminum, then I put two in 'em

The harlem world hooligan with a bad boy pseudonym

Throw you off a highrise, see if you can skydive

They fear me like cavlike (?) tile, black child

Go surgical, chop it up vertical

Bars from my notebook murder you

Can you say «testicular turpitude»?

'Course you can’t!

Tongue twister metaphors put you in a trance

In that sunken place doing the drunken dance

Wake up, upside down hung by the pants

M-m-monster truck transmission, crush your hands

Body blows to the guts, stomach cramps, tough man

I’m a sheepdog covered by the blood of the lamb

Im hot, my hands are warm, my mind is cold

Together they strum notes on the strings of your soul

I was there when they put Hip-Hop under arrest

When the artificial intelligence took its first breath

The Boston Dynamics mechanics scoured the planet for antediluvian amulets

buried in Atlantis

The haters just talk shit cuz if I ever break loose they panic

They don’t know I got brain damage

Wake up every morning, yo I must succeed uh

Nationwide ruckus, make the word stampede uh

Show with me, make we roll some weed uh

Mad charge nigga, now I must proceed uh