| Uh, yeah, Professor Griff |
| Public Enemy number one |
| Minister of Information |
| This is Melatonin Magik |
| Sumerian, Chinese, Egyptian, Latin |
| Nobody can match Canibus when I’m rappin' |
| (What happened?) |
| Captain Cold Crush get it crackin' |
| There’s more than one person |
| Right now that’s not laughin' |
| Splice microphones |
| Wit' unknown chromosomes |
| To discover the codes |
| That controls the brain’s frontal lobes |
| The pineal gland glows |
| (Go, go, go) |
| Don’t look back, I got ya back bro |
| He’s a high profile target |
| Code name Sergeant Armpits |
| He was Rakim Allah’s first artist |
| Lemme bus' em; naw, I’mma punish 'em, Ra |
| I’mma show you |
| How the mothafuckin' government lied |
| Got nothin' to do with pride, you must realize |
| Few of us will be alive by Solar Cycle 25 |
| I tried to look for solutions, there’s not enough time |
| They won’t be satisfied till every one of us die |
| Aight, calm the fuck down and listen to my rhymes |
| The only way that you can free yourself is your mind |
| First thing you gotta do is put the antagonism behind |
| Then you gotta put ya life on the line |
| The reward is great, the risk even greater |
| Fellowship can only make a Braveheart braver |
| Watch who you followin', watch who you praisin' |
| 'Yes we can' backwards is 'thank you satan' |
| Yes, I’m Jamaican, yes, I’m a patriot |
| No, I will not forsake you for a paycheck |
| Yes, this is victory, yes, I can taste it |
| No, I’m not a Mason, I’m followin' my trainin' |
| They monitor my body functions from central London |
| My heart rate is thumpin', I suffer from numbness |
| A robot arm shoves the drugs in |
| My scrubs are disgustin' and sullen, I smell like cub skin |
| Funky, funky, funky odor, Bridgewater, South Dakota |
| My spit fizz like soda, I’m in a coma |
| In a pagoda, nurse make lovin' |
| Says she wouldn’t fuck me if I was her husband |
| Don’t trust the bitch |
| I’m in a warehouse alone |
| I hear doors open and close |
| No phone, no intercom controls |
| Wouldn’t matter anyway |
| I’m in a paranormal zone |
| Goose bumps grow |
| I could hear a few ghosts moan |
| I’m a mastermind, tryin' to amplify |
| The frequency of the rhyme |
| So I can learn to fly |
| So yeah, fuck a punchline |
| I’m past that prime, that’s not a crime |
| So go find someone else to dick ride |
| Focus on the truth, its long overdue |
| It woulda never happened |
| If I told you what I wanted to do |
| The inconvenient truth is a convenient 2−0-1−2 |
| Solar cycle 24 commin' soon |
| I promise you Canibus |
| Achieved the impossible |
| It’s only logical its time for the truth |
| Whether I’m gonna be around |
| To witness it or not |
| I spit this shit for hip-hop |
| Twitter niggas type their hype they write |
| Canibus smash the mic |
| 'Cause you cant blackball the light |
| They know my hands always been tied |
| You call that a fight? |
| Give me the mic I call in an Airstrike |
| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
| There’s some things in this world |
| That money can’t buy |
| Respect, honor, fuck it, it’s all corrupted |
| The media can not be trusted |
| You shouldn’t need a budget, to rep hip-hop |
| You don’t have to suck dick just to get your shot |
| Just work with what you got |
| Don’t be a robot, be humans |
| Influenced by hip-hop music |
| It ain’t nothin' like, it ain’t nothin' like |
| It ain’t nothin' like hip hop music |
| It ain’t nothin' like, it ain’t nothin' like |
| It ain’t nothin' like hip hop music |
| 50 plus bars is some new shit |
| Its called Melatonin Magik and music |
| 50 plus bars is some new shit |
| Its called Melatonin Magik and music |
| No bullshit |
| Take it back to 1997 exclusive clue shit |
| The most intrusive MC in hip-hop music |
| Lyrically you can’t do shit |