Salute Songtext
von Canibus
Salute Songtext
The war drums sound like a hundred guns fired at once
For a entire month
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
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!
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!
Yeah, involuntary muscle spasm assassin
Bust with a passion, listen to how Canibus re-enact this
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Chill your ass raw for ice core data
A earthquake machine beam powered by a crystal
Scalene or hydro, 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, eatin' chicken wings
My fingertips are glistening but I′m listening, yeah
The master observes how rappers use vernacular
That fail to capture the meaning attached to the words
Hip Hop malissimos (Oh!) career suicide (Oh!)
Killa ripper spits at a sustained pitch mixed and chopped (Oh!)
Didatic counterpoint, mix and master the drops
Complex and confusin', I'm laughin′ ′cause it's hot
The super duper uber music conductor producer
From the future stuff troopers with gunpowders to improvise bazookas
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah
Delta soldiers and 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 gon′ do with it?
Salute, that's what they do when I rip it
I prove that I did it, D.R. period
Was in the booth when I spit it, bread or butter, nigga
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!
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!
Dion Canibus, motherfucker, broken language the hustler
Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard cutter
I′m the studio night owl, stress give me white eyebrows
Who the fuck I gotta fight with now? Yeah
Conspicuous characters creep through America
With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus
Craziest crystal communicate correct signal
They call it criminal, I call it lyrical
Call a commissioner, I'ma crucify the Christian Caligula
Like they crucified M.C. Christopher
I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd
If it′s beef on the ground, I'ma carve the cow, now
Smuggle contraband through the canal
I check my clip on my chamber sharpshooter style
La costra 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
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!
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!
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
For a entire month
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
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!
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!
Yeah, involuntary muscle spasm assassin
Bust with a passion, listen to how Canibus re-enact this
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Chill your ass raw for ice core data
A earthquake machine beam powered by a crystal
Scalene or hydro, 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, eatin' chicken wings
My fingertips are glistening but I′m listening, yeah
The master observes how rappers use vernacular
That fail to capture the meaning attached to the words
Hip Hop malissimos (Oh!) career suicide (Oh!)
Killa ripper spits at a sustained pitch mixed and chopped (Oh!)
Didatic counterpoint, mix and master the drops
Complex and confusin', I'm laughin′ ′cause it's hot
The super duper uber music conductor producer
From the future stuff troopers with gunpowders to improvise bazookas
Colder than killer cobras over Jehovah
Delta soldiers and 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 gon′ do with it?
Salute, that's what they do when I rip it
I prove that I did it, D.R. period
Was in the booth when I spit it, bread or butter, nigga
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!
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!
Dion Canibus, motherfucker, broken language the hustler
Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard cutter
I′m the studio night owl, stress give me white eyebrows
Who the fuck I gotta fight with now? Yeah
Conspicuous characters creep through America
With a killer chemical in a canister called Canibus
Craziest crystal communicate correct signal
They call it criminal, I call it lyrical
Call a commissioner, I'ma crucify the Christian Caligula
Like they crucified M.C. Christopher
I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd
If it′s beef on the ground, I'ma carve the cow, now
Smuggle contraband through the canal
I check my clip on my chamber sharpshooter style
La costra 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
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!
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!
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Can-I-Bus (Oh!) You know you can (Oh!)
Writer(s): Darryl Pittman, Germaine Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

