Letter From Head Trauma

(Canibus) I got a letter from Head Trauma the other day I jumped in the Phantom, I'm on my way I had a long day, can't wait to see my fiancé Get some carrot cake and Parrot Bay Believe what you want, I'll fuck you up On the microphone they don't call me ‘Bus for nothing Listen, my syllable shredder don't let up Cerebellum over-developed, Canibus, shut up Head Trauma Unit division, cobra venom Soldiers in denim with Mayweather momentum Part Comanche, moderate land-speed Here I am again in the same damn jeans Without making a sound we reappear in a white cloud I float down in a white shroud Present me the map, give me the facts Then prepare your lyricists for imminent attack Feast tonight for tomorrow we fight You can X-ray my hand and see me holding a mic Colder than ice, frozen twice in a comet tail glowing so bright Smoke dope when I write they know what I'm like The black Charles Bronston on Mount Charleston With a very large lens looking at ya'll again All because I got a letter from Head Trauma, man