And now some more canibus:

"Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit."
"And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face."
"And murder niggas for rhymin'. Spittin fire....
With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building, evacuate women and children....
Fuck what you feelin' nigga I came here to kill 'em.
Straight shittin', from New York to Great Britain,
And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission!"
"Prepare for the worst. This next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then skittles when not digitally mastered.
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with "No Fear"
Like them clothes white boys be wearing.
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights.
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that.
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback.
I'm strong my word is "Bond" like James,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days."
"My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth
In Front of Haley's comet. Breaking the "Facts Of Life" down"