Canibus, Journalist - 88 Hip-Hop Freestyle lyrics
[Canibus, Journalist - 88 Hip-Hop Freestyle lyrics]
You motherfuckers is so fake
You make me want to smash your whole face
Hit you so hard, my hand breaks
And my shoulder dislocates
You ever hear the sounds your
Bones make when they break?
It's like stomping on a whole
Crate of porcelain plates
Run over your skull with a tank
Rip out your guts with a shank
Then bite you with poisonous fangs for
Trying to fuck with the champ
Nigga you can't
And you shouldn't even try to
Half the square-root of my IQ is beyond you
So when you see me on the street
You better not say a mother
Fucking thing to me
‘Cause nigga, you pink pussy
I got some live niggas with me
With trigger happy fingers of fury
Put one in your skully
And five in your belly
‘Cause whenever rhymes fly
Like bullets in drive bys
I catch them and throw them back
Like Miami Jai Alai i cop mine
Spin counter-clockwise and shoot five
Three miss you, two hit you one in the leg
One in the thigh
‘Cause Canibus was old school before
Niggas was talking about jewels
Before engineers was using pro tools
Make my own rules, no matter what I flow to
Start a vacuum in the mic booth the
Way my God damn tongue moves
Journalist, one time
I'm probably what you would call a
Record industry population enforcer
I slaughter like
A hundred rappers each quarter
In order to keep this shit in order
I track wack niggas down
From border to border
Just like the stories of the hare
And the tortoise the rabbit was faster
But fell asleep in the forest
But lost, ‘cause the tortoise had endurance
I always stay focused the longest
I promise I can battle any artist 'till
They just get exhausted and forfeit
With actual, super natural forces
I'm a horseman from Hell
Immune to the garlic water, and the crosses
After the last album
I went through a metamorphosis
And probably fired more of my
Niggas than Doug Morris did
I kicked the dead beats out
Turned around and switched my whole team out
Now I got some banging ass beats now
It paid off, ‘cause I came off, like Adolf
And I can murder any God
Damn camp I concentrate on
With the first strike, I'm so nice
I can exterminate more niggas
Than the Third Reich the way I burn mics
I've been accused of neing all hype
You make me want to smash your whole face
Hit you so hard, my hand breaks
And my shoulder dislocates
You ever hear the sounds your
Bones make when they break?
It's like stomping on a whole
Crate of porcelain plates
Run over your skull with a tank
Rip out your guts with a shank
Then bite you with poisonous fangs for
Trying to fuck with the champ
Nigga you can't
And you shouldn't even try to
Half the square-root of my IQ is beyond you
So when you see me on the street
You better not say a mother
Fucking thing to me
‘Cause nigga, you pink pussy
I got some live niggas with me
With trigger happy fingers of fury
Put one in your skully
And five in your belly
‘Cause whenever rhymes fly
Like bullets in drive bys
I catch them and throw them back
Like Miami Jai Alai i cop mine
Spin counter-clockwise and shoot five
Three miss you, two hit you one in the leg
One in the thigh
‘Cause Canibus was old school before
Niggas was talking about jewels
Before engineers was using pro tools
Make my own rules, no matter what I flow to
Start a vacuum in the mic booth the
Way my God damn tongue moves
Journalist, one time
I'm probably what you would call a
Record industry population enforcer
I slaughter like
A hundred rappers each quarter
In order to keep this shit in order
I track wack niggas down
From border to border
Just like the stories of the hare
And the tortoise the rabbit was faster
But fell asleep in the forest
But lost, ‘cause the tortoise had endurance
I always stay focused the longest
I promise I can battle any artist 'till
They just get exhausted and forfeit
With actual, super natural forces
I'm a horseman from Hell
Immune to the garlic water, and the crosses
After the last album
I went through a metamorphosis
And probably fired more of my
Niggas than Doug Morris did
I kicked the dead beats out
Turned around and switched my whole team out
Now I got some banging ass beats now
It paid off, ‘cause I came off, like Adolf
And I can murder any God
Damn camp I concentrate on
With the first strike, I'm so nice
I can exterminate more niggas
Than the Third Reich the way I burn mics
I've been accused of neing all hype