Job Interview

Job interview, recession reaches a new pinnacle My stimulus package is lyrical Canibus spit a few, one, two, one, two One, one, one, one, one, two, one, two Yo, Shaquille O'Neill got a piece of steel With the drum magazine that looked like a truck wheel He said, "Go 'head Bis, I'ma hold them off" I said, "I stay with you Boss" and got back on my horse It's about to get dark, could be a little while before the clouds part So just do what I tell you when I talk Change how you see the world, look at yourself in it How much can you matter if you are not infinite? For every lyric I spit, there's a hater in the midst Do it with fists, Kevlar grips, triggers and shit They wheel me in the booth, unstrap me I vocal the truth, fuck up Take One, but ace Take Two Can you relate to this my dude? I'm the best and I'm not being rude Even if I'm by myself in my room I work with you, you don't have to sell no units This is Hip Hop brother, we can all do this Think up something, no not that I meant something easier than real rap, like tryna' stop meteor impacts I got rhymes, so many you may as well not have any The world might as well be ending, the earthquakes are trembling The respect is condescending, I reject you stop resenting Non violent venting, what exactly are you recommending? Heavy Mental rap shit strategies, tactics Vernacular gymnastics, line up for your SpitBoss patches Not you cause lyrically you got your ass kicked Come back when you got rap mastered You more practice