Canibus - 103 Jamz Freestyle lyrics

No doubt ya'll, uh, why not?
Can-IBus 'bout to blow up the spot
103 Jams, yeah, chillin' with my man
With the Sean John shirt on
Uh, swift hands cut the record up
'Bout to bust it up, yeah yo

I radiate like plutonium rods that glow
Geiger-counters drum roll when I
Start to flow patriarch with the heart
Of Napoleon Bonaparte
Stomp across continents to conquer my art
I'm a millennium lyricist, area-51 physicist
Rhymes hot enough to melt the wax
Off the turntable before the DJ
Even starts spinning it
My raps could melt the wax right
Off the back of Kid Icarus
Sharper than the shit you shank niggas with
Sharper than scissor tips
Sharper than rings on Rza's fist
It's ridiculous how so many of
You niggas figure that
Maybe we can get a name if Canibus disses us
I know how you niggas think, you figure since
You already a pussy you might
As well give me syphilis
Envious ‘cause your rhymes are
Infinite and you're lyrically
Limited to the little boxes you're living in
I'm as dangerous as they come
Dangerous with or without a gun
I've been dangerous from day one
Rhyme flows explode like pyros
Stick to your ribs like chicken
And thick gravy from Roscoe's
You get your head flown if
You dumb in the dome
Or struck with some stones ‘till you
Feel numb in the bones
You better keep your big mouth
Closed - before I
Stick the muzzle of my chrome in
That hole under your nose
Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold
In the direction of my wrist
Bones to release your soul
I told you to freeze
If I was you I would have froze
But, you chose the other route and
Got blown full of holes
Pistol to your mug, cripple your tongue
Rip through your lungs
Write your name on your
Tombstone scribbled in blood come on
Give me a little love -
There anybody out there
That never felt one rhyme
That Canibus bus'ed? You a liar, liar
Pants on fire - watch the Goat
With the ghostwriter get slaughtered
By a tiger saw his video, uh, yeah
Smeared his career like doo
Doo inside a diaper my style is sicker than
Infected women and men
I'm so raw I could catch
AIDS without sticking it in
Flip and dip like shrimps and scampi
Switch my language like a black kid
Raised by a Spanish nanny
To a level you could never explain
‘Cause compared to me your brain is
The size of a sand grain
A real pain in the ass that
Got smacked for saying my name
And now you look like a ass in pain
Guess what? Got ‘F'-ed up ‘cause
You shouldn't have stood up
Sweeter than a handful of granulated sugar
Niggas running they mouth like I
Can't get to them
But watch the shit hit the fan
When that cat Can pull up no question
Get wrecked in less than a nanosecond
For messing with me or my brethren
You can't stop aggression
You can't hold back what's destined
And you definitely can't coach perfection
Be the only nigga standing after Armageddon
Take a hammer and smash the stone
Your name was etched in
Then I'll announce that I'm running
For the new election
Anybody with an objection
Gets the death-sentence
Death by lethal-injection
Death by being beheaded
Death by getting shot with a weapon
But, if you
Want to be remembered then death by getting
Your head severed is an honorable
Way to end it

103 Jams it's the Canibus Man
Blackin' out for ya'll yeah, one time
This is how we do
On the M-IC when we MC brain cell never MD
Yo

If I said it once, I say it a thousand times
I've got thousands of rhymes
The rechargeable alkaline kind
You want a piece of mine? Fine
We can take it outside
Otherwise your wasting your time
‘Cause, I'm gonna shine
Past the one-triple-nine
Niggas gamble and damage their eyes
Going blind trying to keep up
With these lyrical lines
Type of nigga you can't flow
Behind without a dope rhyme
Mess around and get clothes-lined
‘till you nose-dive
We can rhyme fair-and-square or
Fair in a sphere
Anyplace, anywhere ya'll niggas ain't
Got a prayer ‘Cause Doomsday is near
Faggot niggas is scared
They stand and stare as I appear
Upon a cushion of air
With a long-white beard flaming
Hot enough to sunburn Satan
Hotter than white people taking vacation
Out in Virginia, out in the sun baking
Sun baking in gamma ray radiation ‘till
They skin color look Cajun
Mother-fuckers start aging ‘till
The point where
They faces shrivel up like raisins
And they become cancer patients
This is how we do it when
We chilling in the V-A
Can-IBus getting busy on the P-A
System, yeah, I get in ‘em
With a lyrical algorithm liable to kill ‘em
My style will get in ‘em, way up in ‘em
Face don't belong on the Source
It should be on the Shroud
Of Turin for certain
Grab mics and murder shit
As wicked as Satan worshippers going
To Catholic Church services
You heard of this new lyrical verbalist

Yo, yo, yo i kick a verse at six
Hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightening flash across the sky
Every time I curse
Six hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six hundred and
Sixty-six Masters of Ceremony has-beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever
The king of rap is
If he's a Catholic I'll nail
Him to a crucifix then I'll beat him
‘till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture with six
Hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat him with two whips with pieces
Of broken glass glued to it
Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot
It you get slayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your
Kevlar vests is useless
I'm going to hit all of
You pussies like group sex