Canibus - Greatest Freestyle lyrics

Yo, I think fast, switch fast quick-fast
Quick as immigrants say "No habla
Ingles" at border patrol fences
Messin' with Canibus is senseless
Divide my senses by six
And you'll end up with triple sixes
And triple the digit's mean
Triple the spirit's
My light body to the third
Power will triple my lyrics
I'm triple the threat
I'm triple my physical flesh
I'm tellin' you put your money on me
Then triple your bet
‘Cause, I won't be satisfied 'til I'm set
'Til I got a triplex out in
Tribeca with the skyline effect
Rhymin' is the nine-to-five that
I manipulate best eight hours of writin' and
Memorizin' a manuscript
Called "The Biography of Canibus"
Subtitled "The Ultimate Guide for Teaching
Modern Man How to Spit" how to tongue-twist
How to enunciate certain shit
How to control your breath
How to make your syllables spit
Y'all niggas ain't listen to 'Bis
I kill ‘em with shit i'm wicked with this
I should be sellin' tickets to this
Paparazzi should probably be takin'
Pictures of this
My fans in the street with signs
Tryin' to picket for this
Sayin', "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!"
My dedication and my
Commitment's beginning less
I can go four quarters or
Nine innings for this go twelve rounds
Play two days of cricket for this
Lead crusades across Europe like
The Christians for this
The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement
My rhymes are out of this
World like the Russian space-station
Sneak-attack rappers, grab 'em and slash 'em
Chop they heads off with
Claws sharper than velociraptors
Hunt 'em like Jurassic Park actors
But spare Samuel Jackson's life
‘cause he was the only black one
Action packed like Shaft, the black assassin
Blastin' the 753 backwards Magnum
Follow me down the road to Damascus
Do not follow these madmen
Poppin' ecstasy pills like aspirin
INI come fe manifest the Most High
Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can't die
Niggas wanna lock the ‘Chronicles
Of Canibus' away forever
And put my book of rhymes through a shredder
Never! I'm way too clever the way I maneuver
Beat your ass like Lennox Lewis
Did to David Tua in front of a
Hundred-million pay-per-viewers
Your career's ruined
Your face will be swollen
Like the Benihana Buddha
Bring it to ya, prove you a loser
Beyond the length of this rhyme
You have no future!
Pounce upon you like a puma
Or some wild cougars
In the jungle with my adrenaline
Juices flowin' through 'em
I'ma reprogram everythin' that you're doin'
Hypnotize the audience you perform in
Front of to start booin' you stupid
You and your whole crew are extremely foolish
I can't cipher with you
‘cause your breath is too putrid
Put your mic down and step away from it!
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth and
Don't say nothin'!
You have the right to remain silent
Sentenced to life on Rikers
Island for terrible freestylin'

Yo, I heard a rumor English
Women make love the best
Is that true? ‘Cause
I ain't had no justice yet
A lot of clowns keep arguin'
On who the best is
Bite the style but can't digest it
'Til they get karate-kicked in the mouth
A they teeth get ejected
Told you to watch who you beef
With on the last record
Platinum teeth? I sell 'em for
A thousand pounds a piece
You buy one back, and you get one free
Put it down in the East
Put it down in the West
Put it down on paper
Put the paper down on the desk
In the studio is where I put
It down to the test
It's nothin' but skull-crushin' pressure
Down at them depths
Throw a rough mix down, download it to disk
Give a copy to everybody
That's down with 'Bis
Since '96, the Dogg Pound Remix
First time anybody put me down to spit
It's like Pac Man, don't stop
'Til I hear my voice bangin' up and
Down the block in a Magnavox
With a hundred watts
Creatin' ripples in the water like aquanauts
Breathin' through they oxygen-box
I belong on top of the pops
Not on the bottom with rocks
I mean, honest to God, I'm shocked
I thought the album was hot
I guess you can't write an infinite
Rhyme with a finite mind
That's why rhymes like mine mystify mankind
A lot of rappers are ahead of they time
But when it comes to rhymes like mine
The word 'time' doesn't apply
You see, rhymin' is the art
The microphone is the paintbrush
Responsible for gettin' the point across
The canvas is the street
Where the Master of the Ceremony paints
The picture for everybody to see
Nobody could rhyme this fluent
Nobody ever did what I'm doin'
Nobody ever spit what I'm spewin'
I'm the illest alive and I'ma prove it
Plus, I gotta show the people that I've
Got mad love for rap music
I bury MC's with rosary beads
A picture of they wife and they
Seeds and a picture of me
I'm as graceful as the left hand of Rembrandt
Put some instrumentals on and ask
My pen to dance, i'm such a gentleman
Pull out chairs, open doors
Never offend my fans
Unless they offend me and I lose my temper
Man