Yo...Yo...You can lick shots in the club  I don't give a fuck who you
 hit!
 (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
 Yo! You can catch a nigga at the stoplight  and snatch him out the
 whip!
 (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
 Check it! If a bitch got AIDS I don't care who she sleeps with!
 (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
 Yo! You can even admit, you know who the gay rapper is!
 (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!)
 [Canibus - One Verse]
 I'm the greatest scientifically inclined mind since Einstein
 I write blue ribbon rhymes for Nobel Prize time
 Tryin' to shine with the shit I invent
 I know I ain't perfect, but I'm 99.9 percent
 Which means I represent
 and get deep in thoughts with philosophies
 like a rolling stone gathers no moss
 At any and all costs, M.C.'s get flipped, ripped, split
 and tossed with lyrical brute force, of course
 Y'all niggas is microsoft like DOS
 Fuckin' wit' me you'll catch a free round trip to the morgue
 'Cause I ain't scared of none of y'all
 Word to Allah
 We can go to war, with four-four's, or squashbuckle with swords
 Toxicated off the La-La
 On some Rah-Rah
 I'll blow your stereo the fuck up if it ain't a Hi Fi
 Lyrical scholar
 In the physical form of Allah
 Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the Blah-Blah-Blah!!!
 With the knowledge of my forefathers
 You niggas can't battle me because I'll quadruple my brain capacity
 The intellectual ath-e-lete accurately rapping so rapidly
 Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically
 I happily accept any rapper's offer to challenge me
 Fifty M.C.'s reduced to forty nine casulaties
 I'll be the last man standing
 With metaphors a charlie horse couldn't put a cramp in
 It's the Canibus gettin' busy with Tony Touch
 The fuck that I don't even give a fuck about, don't give a
 fuck...what