Royal Flush Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Canibus & Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah Bar Exam 2, nigga It's a motherfuckin' holiday, bitches Bar Exam 2 [Verse 1: Canibus] I landslide you to the lava below, gotta stance nigga flow How many bars? How far can you go? Only as far as the mind, Canibus and Royce 5'9" Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme A miniature version of me told me he wanted to MC I told him, "Be careful who you be." He said, "I'ma just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see But you don't understand what I really mean" Look at the manifest list, it got my name down A bald head for the cool crown, how you like me now? I terrorize rap music What manner of creature could do this? Canibus, stupid Retarded, autistic artists, one click, perfects target Staff Sergeant Canibus talkin', I would not let off the gas Traverse it through San Stone's past The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask [Verse 2: Elzhi] Yeah, I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans You're the definition of what "joke" mean I'm star status, like glowin' lights throughout the far strato- Sphere, it's clear who repertoire that is Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price, my cheese outgrew mice I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm seein' you twice The lead pacer, been makin' moves like Speed Racer Indeed tracin' a line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose I could fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost Pee on peons beyond eons Till there's neon Klingons, close encounter of the three kinds You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul I could give a fuck, got a flow to leave a river stuck You hear deeper lines, keep a nine near the liver tucked [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, Osama McCain, you climb in this ring Rhyming with Obama the king End up on the bottom of the things Living inside of ominous springs, I'm in a dream I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings That means I'm ill/sick, and plus I'm real, bitch I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith 'Cause I'm drunk, the flyer, I'm the super hero Minus all the chump attire, and I bleed hardly Tell your idol his times up and he's barbe- Cue, every rhyme lined up like Steve Harvey's do From the pies to the brick man Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quicksand So come and see a nigga burn a show and give me a hand Before I give you the fist like a germaphobe And you probably too scary to scuffle If you ain't hit a nigga until you buried your knuckles I got a hundred round drum, I shoot the first thirty To kill everybody that trash your hook up Category blast the butcher, empty the clip Just to make that 70 show like Ashton Lutcher Nigga you at war with sharks, the government team Will leave you airless like Jordan Sparks or a motherless queen We put it on y'all, tape a nigga phone call Sell it to the net for a phone card Then use it to phone y'all mommas, I throw you niggas a bone And then I bury the drama in a bone yard The flow's in prime, I got more plastic on me Than all of Hugh Hefner's hoes combined My niggas got GTs and shit, yeah, I know mini Coopers While you niggas rolling around in them Mini Coopers I'm the shit, for real, y'all niggas mini-poopers Drunk, wildin, commiting vodka and Henny bloopers Who could give a nigga the Snoop foot? Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut look You shook, nigga, I'm like the crew cook I put a price on the whip, and I'm like the blue book With an appetite for destruction with the greed stigma Explains my past and adds to my enigma If it's digital or analog Bar Exam 2 is the present, the distributor is Santa Claus