Choice FM 279 RoundTable Freestyle Pt1

Lyrics

I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh I'm tellin' you — put your money on me, then triple your bet 'Cause I won't be satisfied 'til I'm set 'Til I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect Rhymin' is the nine-to-five that I manipulate best Eight hours of writin' and memorizin' a manuscript Called "The Biography of Canibus" Subtitled "The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit" How to tongue-twist, how to enunciate certain shit How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit Y'all niggas ain't listеn to Bis, I kill 'em with shit I'm wicked with this, I should be sеllin' tickets to this Paparazzi should probably be takin' pictures of this My fans in the street with signs tryna picket for this Sayin', "We want 'Bis! We want 'Bis! We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!" My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less I can go four quarters or nine innings for this Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station Sneak-attack rappers, grab 'em and slash 'em Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors Hunt 'em like Jurassic Park actors But spared Samuel Jackson's life 'cause he was the only black one Action-packed like Shaft, the black assassin Blastin' the .753 backwards Magnum Follow me down the road to Damascus Do not follow these madmen, poppin' ecstasy pills like aspirin INI come fe manifest the Most High Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can't die Niggas wanna lock the Chronicles of Canibus away forever And put my book of rhymes through a shredder, never! I'm way too clever the way I maneuver Beat your ass like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers, your career's ruined Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha Bring it to ya, prove you a loser Beyond the length of this rhyme, you have no future! Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowin' through 'em I'ma reprogram everythin' that you're doin' Hypnotize the audience you perform in front of to start booin' You stupid, you and your whole crew are extremely foolish I can't cipher with you, 'cause your breath is too putrid Put your mic down and step away from it! Shut your motherfuckin' mouth and don't say nothin'! You have the right to remain silent Sentenced to life on Rikers Island for terrible freestylin'