Salute

Lyrics

[Intro] The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once for an entire month Can-I-Bus? You know you can Can-I-Bus? You know you can Can-I-Bus? You know you can Can-I-Bus? You know you can [Chorus: M.O.P.] Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down) Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down) Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em [Verse 1] 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 beam powered by a crystal Scalenohedral, 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 Fisher 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 malísimas, career suicide Killer Ripper spits to the sustained pitch mixed and chopped Didactic counterpoint, mix and master the drops Complex and confusing, I'm laughing 'cause 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? S.A.L.U.T.E., 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 [Chorus: M.O.P.] Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down) Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down) Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em [Verse 2] Beyond Canibus motherfucker, broken language the hustler Starboard rudder, the coastguard 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 MC Christopher I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd If there's beef on the crown, I'ma carve the cow Now, smuggle contraband through the canal I check my clip in 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 [Chorus: M.O.P.] Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down) Stomp! Move! Get 'em out the way (Bring 'em down) Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em Hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, get 'em