Canibus - MP3.com Freestyle lyrics
[Canibus - MP3.com Freestyle lyrics]
Bout to put it down for my man Paradise
Right here on mp3com alright?
Yeah, check it out yo uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, check it
Yo, yo, yo
This is hardcore, out of my heart's core
Principles, laws, equations
And formulas drawn on chalkboards
Generate thought forms quicker than Concordes
With onboard computers logged on to On Star
En garde, take ten steps and draw
I'm the law around these parts
Respect it dog or you might spend a weekend
In the county morgue
With an unsuitable coffin that's
Way too small and a deacon blessing your
Body at your funeral
You get a 21 blunt salute, and life goes on
Gotta stay positive, focus on the protons
And post dope songs on mp3com
As deep as a 2Pac poem
I wish I got to know him
Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest
And now they gone
What's Goin' On? On my album, I'mma do a song
Who Shot Ya? Remix featuring Shyne and Sean
Before I battle total strangers
I make em sign disclaimers
That state they're aware of the danger
See, I might become overwhelmed with anger
Split your skull like a banana
And bludgeon your face with a hammer
You wanna rhyme? Fill out this W-9
Sign below the dotted line
Now your publishing's mine
I gotta have your publishing rights
Hang you upside down
See if you scared of heights
Remember Vanilla Ice?
Ask Paradise if I'm nice
I took the train to Chambers Street and
Blacked out on his mixtape twice
Back in '95, I was a tiny guy
You could see the hunger in my eyes
I just wanted to rhyme
And I'm Still in my prime
Still chasing down what's mine
Still, like Dre
But Jay-Z ain't writing my rhymes
Quick to say "Hi!", and quicker to say bye
Take a flick with some guys
And leave before the Polaroid dries
"He was standing here a minute ago
" the brother replied
"With his mind on his money and
His money on his mind"
Reflecting over the times when I was signed
Selling records for ten dollars
But only a dime was mine
What's the odds of rolling two
Dice with six sides each?
As if there's only 36 ways
To die in these streets
There's a million ways to die
At the absolute least
One of those ways is messing with
The Beast from the East
Aka me, aka the capital C
Ripping the Jacker with Paradise on MP3
Keep it locked y'all
Right here on mp3com alright?
Yeah, check it out yo uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, check it
Yo, yo, yo
This is hardcore, out of my heart's core
Principles, laws, equations
And formulas drawn on chalkboards
Generate thought forms quicker than Concordes
With onboard computers logged on to On Star
En garde, take ten steps and draw
I'm the law around these parts
Respect it dog or you might spend a weekend
In the county morgue
With an unsuitable coffin that's
Way too small and a deacon blessing your
Body at your funeral
You get a 21 blunt salute, and life goes on
Gotta stay positive, focus on the protons
And post dope songs on mp3com
As deep as a 2Pac poem
I wish I got to know him
Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest
And now they gone
What's Goin' On? On my album, I'mma do a song
Who Shot Ya? Remix featuring Shyne and Sean
Before I battle total strangers
I make em sign disclaimers
That state they're aware of the danger
See, I might become overwhelmed with anger
Split your skull like a banana
And bludgeon your face with a hammer
You wanna rhyme? Fill out this W-9
Sign below the dotted line
Now your publishing's mine
I gotta have your publishing rights
Hang you upside down
See if you scared of heights
Remember Vanilla Ice?
Ask Paradise if I'm nice
I took the train to Chambers Street and
Blacked out on his mixtape twice
Back in '95, I was a tiny guy
You could see the hunger in my eyes
I just wanted to rhyme
And I'm Still in my prime
Still chasing down what's mine
Still, like Dre
But Jay-Z ain't writing my rhymes
Quick to say "Hi!", and quicker to say bye
Take a flick with some guys
And leave before the Polaroid dries
"He was standing here a minute ago
" the brother replied
"With his mind on his money and
His money on his mind"
Reflecting over the times when I was signed
Selling records for ten dollars
But only a dime was mine
What's the odds of rolling two
Dice with six sides each?
As if there's only 36 ways
To die in these streets
There's a million ways to die
At the absolute least
One of those ways is messing with
The Beast from the East
Aka me, aka the capital C
Ripping the Jacker with Paradise on MP3
Keep it locked y'all