DJ Clue Monday Night Mixtape Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] The rhymes is disgusting, believe that, bro I just got off the promo tour so I ain't had a chance I need my cardboard cutouts, man Yeah, check it out y'all Yo yo yo check it [Verse: Canibus] Yo, I'll cut through your epidermal layers with verbal lasers Sharper then razors on the feet of Olympic ice skaters Carving figure 8s in the pavement Judges will smile with amazement till their facial muscles start aching The most dedicated hip-hop lyrical patron Busting on Hot 97's frequency modulation Make sure your Monday Night Mixtapes is taping Clueminati controls the airwaves like Freemasons Thought I couldn't freestylе, you must be freebasing After this album, tell Univеrsal I'm a free agent I might move to Japan and marry me an Asian Or move back to Jamaica and start DJing Prendominum 1, Prendominum 2, Prendominum 3 Or I might just stay in New York and murder MCs I intertwine with rhymes like Two girls living together having their menstrual cycles at the same time Like I'll kick a rhyme that'll melt the Earth Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse Sipping on sizzurp, tryna stay alert, belch and burp I know I'm the illest, I don't know if it helps or hurts Nobody can copy me, I got a doctors degree in botany That's why I can grow my marijuana properly Listen to my voice New York, listen deeply You are getting sleepy On July 18th, you're gonna get up Go to the record store and you're gonna buy 2000 B.C Listen to my voice, please listen deeply You are getting sleepy On July 18th, you're gonna get up Go to the record store and you're gonna buy 2000 B.C I breathe in real deep through the nostrils Charge my lungs like a CO2 cartridge Soon as the air is released the rhyme launches Hit you like the Shoemaker-Levy 9 Comet, what? Can-I-Bus will bust your ass Strike a match against your moustache, light my spliff and laugh Take two totes and pass Wait 'til my lyrics reach critical mass then whip the GOAT's ass I speak with the silence syntax of insects Humaneers are in-equipped to hear my E.L.F Extremely Low Frequencies that frequently flow Type my rhymes out in Morse code with pinky toes Bury your body underneath stones where algae grows Underneath oak trees guarded by 13 flows Can-I-Bus will bust a flow, bust my load Bust all over your radio, I'll bust down your throat I'll bust like Busta Bus be busting for Flipmode And keep busting till you can't see 'cause of the gun smoke Like inactive volcanoes, mad 'cause they ain't blow Searching for that pot of gold under the rainbow Or searching for that big pot of platinum Down at the bottom of the North Atlantic with the Titanic Captain I been rapping since rap happened My passion goes way beyond drinking Dom P out of crystal glasses Yo, yo, check it, yo, yo, yo , yo , yo So everyday from Sunday, Monday through Friday We can battle in 5 o'clock traffic on West Side Highway If they can see it live, why pay? I'll slay you in broad day, so stop being cocky and try me I'll be downstairs in Hot 97's lobby In about five minutes if you think you can out rhyme me To the Ghetto Supastar that plays the guitar That got lucky off Salaam Remi's track Fu-Gee-La Trust me nigga, every dog has his day I'll chop off your dreds and auction them on eBay So yo, forget the he say, she say Rumours are cliché, I'm just here to talk about my release date July 18th, I got to be honest 12 o'clock in the morning you should be standing in line for it 2000 B.C. coming out tomorrow My album is ill, you can ask Clue and Duro Ask anybody you see in the 5 Boroughs Even niggas that bootleg said my shit is thorough Listen it's not like I'm wack, it's not like I can't rap It's not like I'm not black, so cop that Believe that, you just witnessed the sickest MC rap A hundred bars no feedback, peace black