Freestyle 97

Lyrics

Canibus! (Canibus..) Freestyle! (Freestyle..) Niggas know.. Clue! [Verse] Yo! I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearin' Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineering Raw metaphors keep you high for months Fly around the earth twice without refuelin' once Ain't too many categories I can fit in when it comes to spittin' 'Cause I'm over-qualified for the position The laser-guided lyrical hybrid Creatin' scripts so sick, I gotta arm-wrestle my pen to write it Don't get excited, 'cause if I ever catch one of you wannabes bitin' We gonna be fist-fightin' So motherfuckers, what you want? I got the shotgun pumped You feel like a frog, nigga, then jump I possess the lyrical ammo to battle And rip any one of you warm-blooded mammals to shambles I'll make examples of you and eat a mouthful of your crew The type of MC you can't outdo I'll battle you on the 'net, I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect I'll battle you for the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck I'll battle you standin' over the toilet with my dick out I'll battle you jugglin' a hand-grenade with the pin out In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out Drinkin' a Guinness stout, doin' a 360 spin-out I stay righteous like Farrakhan puffin' on the marijuan' You understand where I'm comin' from? You number 1? Then I'm negative 2 Basically, nigga, that means I'm still better than you Basic mathematics, the verbal mechanics of rhymin' Behold, I crush a piece of coal and create a diamond On the microphone, I'm sicker than those Who've Acquired-Immune-Deficiency-Syndromes And every word I utter for hip-hop lovers Will reflect forever like two mirrors facin' each other The baddest M-other F-ucker Let me break the style down so you don't have to wonder I walk the B-lock with G-lock C-ocked Tryin' to get the D-R-op on the C-ops Blow spots, capsize boats, shipwreck yachts Headshots hit you with 300 nautical knots You callin' the cops, complainin' about the hip-hop Gettin' Benjamin's like the L-OX; it don't stop Eh-eh-eh-eh! Put away your burners, you can't serve us My whole camp is allergic to bein' murdered Metaphors is proof I got more than just a couple screws loose Latinos call me the black Jesús So for all who believe in telekinesis and Jesus I'll touch a paraplegic and heal him