Toronto Freestyle 2

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Canibus] I'm a nuclear warhead, right now you're provoking my detonation Never test me without proper authorization My lack of patience will cause me to get mad And explode in your motherfucking face like an airbag Your spit is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate I create lyrics too intricate to imitate Moving at a velocity that'll break your stopwatch if you clocking me My concrete jungle is like Jumanji [Verse 2: A+] Yo yo yo, it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you I'm sicker than any nigga that been admitted to Bel View The rhymes I was born in with vеnom my strongest strength My pen is likе a weapon when I hold it at arms length With Kedar's consent I represent over tracks with Clark Kent With some super vision from Superman, I get stupid man You open off the verbal aerobics I was in the Canada state of mind when I wrote it I'm the dopest, when it comes to this son I'm invisible to your third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth one Maybe even a sixth one Keep a big infrared on the big gun For pinpoint accuracy to hit one, never miss The professional specialist remember this The name A-+ is synonymous with excellence Don't forget that, before I have to get the click-clack Give you a wetback believe me it'll be a major setback [Verse 3: Canibus] Atomic bomb mushrooms develop when I blow the hell up I cock back and blow a big ass whole in your melon So recognize the size of my tribe when we bounce Me and the Fugees roll deeper than the sperm count The bigger they are the harder they fall, that's bullshit! The bigger they are the harder they hit It's illogical because my hands skills are not dodge-able That's why I spar with the North Star because I'm phenomenal Yo, I only smoke bones with niggas I roll with 'Cause they keep it real even when they not sober When niggas wanna stick me like I've got the ball My man is right there ready to blow your face off your skull You couldn't fuck around with me or the niggas I run with Got more firepower than United States gunship I know it might sound odd I'm not in the military, but I'm known as the East Coast Guard So, to all my sick niggas making six figures Tryna get a piece of the pie like [?] winners Smoking Phillies, I get silly and get it open I be keeping it real for the real niggas I roll with [Verse 4: A+] Going bananas like an angry orangutan [Verse 5: Canibus] Distortion, my brainwaves communicate with martians My Fantastic .44 firepower's awesome No man alive can survive my lyrical army I don't care if you've got nine lives or five heartbeats I generate volts like electric eels 'Cause I be sparkin' 'em like plugs in automobiles And I'm so for real with my lyrical skill Mentally ill in the brain like Cypress Hill Don't try to sneak attack, I'm never sleepin', black I do 360s with my head when I watch my own back And you shoulda known that, that shit was dead from the start I'll beat you more times a minute than a healthy heart Rolling deep with niggas by the carloads And land cruisers and some shit, $50,000 autos And I step through your club like a portal And bag all the bitches because I got more lines than bar codes Yo, who the fuck wanna battle the ill mathematical My motherfucking brain is IBM compatible My techniques are foreign, far from being boring 'Cause my style is hard like Castle without McCormick I run through your crew like the flu when I bomb it My style's like AIDS 'cause don't nobody want it Niggas be acting like they hard But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean-Claude and I'll spit your shit, pa Right down the middle, play you like a fiddle I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple Then trespass on your property... hold up, hold up! Then trespass on your property like Monopoly Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly With the burner I murder anything that bleeds Ambushing niggas in the trees like Vietnamese covered with leaves Wow, always on point like a projectile Cold kidnapping niggas like the aliens of X-Files With styles, I got more than you realise And I make a motherfucker with amnesia realise