Jazzy Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse: Canibus] If I'm hawking you like a bird, it ain't because I respect you god Its because im trying to find a perfect place for me to shit on Niggas hear about me and discreetly set up a date to me To see if they can defeat me So I ain't ready to let no motherfucker eat me That's why you find little pieces of MCs in my feces weekly You can't beat me you can't control+alt+delete me Nigga you can't even shine on a song that features me Slippery saliva keeps my delivery tighter Enabling me to outmaneuver Russian MIG Fighters Launching missiles on whack rap artists like they was targets For coming to broader markets with that garbage From downtown Newark to South Orange, niggas is paying homage I'll battle you for anything you own worth pawning Rap that snap at your ass-crack like bear traps Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as You gay ass fag, I'll blow you to ashes with my tactics Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard From the 'How Can I Be Down?' conference to the Gavin Wack emcees get slapped in their faces for rapping For absolutely no Rhyme or Reason I start beefing Spitting words that's faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking Keys for me to make examples out of someone you respect And that will discourage you from tryna test Whoever ain't nice enough to rhyme with me Should surrender their soul and combine with me or die violently I'm tryna be a millionaire before the year's up I'm hungry like a dog with his ears up This little nigga with heart from north Newark The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of dark With the jaws of a great white shark, I'll rip you apart My state of the art lyrically lasers razor sharp Splatter the brain matter of my enemies With the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy In the back of the cranial cavity Which is actually what happens to any motherfucker for tryna battle me 90 minutes of heat, 90 minutes of lyrics and beats 90 minutes and these Brick City streets Mad Ball and Tab-1 keeping it tight Canibus for '97 and I'm out like Blue Trice