Canibus - Freestyle 97 lyrics

Canibus! (Canibus) freestyle! (Freestyle)
Niggas know clue!

Yo! I speak at frequencies dogs
Would have trouble hearin'
Canibus is the lyrical version
Of German engineering
Raw metaphors keep you high for months
Fly around the earth twice
Without refuelin' once
Ain't too many categories I can fit
In when it comes to spittin'
'Cause I'm over-qualified for the position
The laser-guided lyrical hybrid
Creatin' scripts so sick
I gotta arm-wrestle my pen to write it
Don't get excited
'cause if I ever catch one
Of you wannabes bitin'
We gonna be fist-fightin' so motherfuckers
What you want? I got the shotgun pumped
You feel like a frog, nigga, then jump
I possess the lyrical ammo to battle
And rip any one of you
Warm-blooded mammals to shambles
I'll make examples of you and eat
A mouthful of your crew
The type of MC you can't outdo
I'll battle you on the 'net
I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone
You can call me collect
I'll battle you for the respect
I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
I'll battle you standin' over the
Toilet with my dick out
I'll battle you jugglin' a hand-grenade
With the pin out in a stolen car with the
VIN number ripped out
Drinkin' a Guinness stout
Doin' a 360 spin-out

I stay righteous like Farrakhan
Puffin' on the marijuan'
You understand where I'm comin' from?
You number 1? Then I'm negative 2
Basically, nigga
That means I'm still better than you
Basic mathematics
The verbal mechanics of rhymin'
Behold, I crush a piece of
Coal and create a diamond
On the microphone, I'm sicker than those
Who've Acquired-Immune-Deficiency-Syndromes
And every word I utter for Hip-Hop lovers
Will reflect forever like two
Mirrors facin' each other
The baddest M-other F-ucker
Let me break the style down so
You don't have to wonder
I walk the B-lock with G-lock C-ocked
Tryin' to get the D-R-op on the C-ops
Blow spots, capsize boats, shipwreck yachts
Headshots hit you with 300 nautical knots
You callin' the cops
Complainin' about the Hip-Hop
Gettin' Benjamin's like the L-OX
It don’t stop
Eh eh eh eh! Put away your burners
You can't serve us
My whole camp is allergic to bein' murdered
Metaphors is proof I got more than
Just a couple screws loose
Latinos call me the black Jesús
So for all who believe
In telekinesis and Jesus
I'll touch a paraplegic and heal him