Canibus Let`s Ride Lyrics

Let`s Ride Lyrics

[Canibus] 
Yo, yo 
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks 
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat 
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep 
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique 
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin 
with irrefutably remarkable timin 
I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin 
If you John Blaze, or you James Flames 
or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane) 
No pain no gain in this rap game 
For the fortune and fame in order to remain 
Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the change 
or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all 
 
Chorus: Wyclef, Product, Pras 
 
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride 
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride 
[Pro] When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V 
if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers 
[Can] Old school, old school 
[Pras] Everybody got to pack a mac now 
 
[Canibus] 
Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow 
when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know 
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle 
And I'ma blackout in a minute too 
Spittin like Bone-Thugs like  
"Nigga-what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up" 
then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug 
The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap 
with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax 
In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you 
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either 
When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers 
"Zim zimma -- who got the fire for my reefa?" 
 
Chorus: Product, Pras, Wyclef 
 
[Pro] You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib 
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate 
[Can] Old school old school 
[Pras] You locked up and she need some di-ick 
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride 
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride 
 
[Canibus] 
Yo physically I move at a velocity 
that'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me 
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji 
Iller than what you seen in the cinema 
A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders 
My brain consists of twin Pentium chips 
Double the clock speeds of a 586 
And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC 
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin 
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes 
It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time 
Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time 
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind 
 
Chorus: Product 
 
[Pro] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin 
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST 
Motherf**kin BEST 
And if you still out here I kick yo' as* tomorrow 
[Can] Old school, old school (c'mon!) 
[Pro] And if you still out here, I kick yo' as* tomorrow 
[Can] Old school, old school (c'mon y'all) 
[Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles 
 
[Wyclef] 
Ah just ride, ah just ride 
Everybody in the East just ride 
Ah just ride, ah just ride 
Everybody in the West just ride 
Ah to the South, down South 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Ah just ride