Canibus - Your Saviour Freestyle lyrics
[Canibus - Your Saviour Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, MicClub
Yo we got off to a cold start
Let me warm shit up
You're now listening to Can-IBus
Why would you do that? Your view too black
You must have smoked something I used
To call Pool Hall crack
Put a suit on you, you still look wack
Somewhere giving orders from
Confined quarters, handcuffed to a fag
Played the street too much
Should have been in a lab now you sad
Mad at who you was fussing with last
Life's a bitch, ain't it? Smile
It ain't nothing to laugh
Rose hell at show and tell
Brought a gun to your class
Keep the herb on the dash
‘cause I'm serving them fast
Classic lyrics for that ass
‘cause the purpose is cash
Look I got a couple of photos
Of you trying to showboat
Before my gun bolt touch your throat
Don't talk
The microphone shark, tear your bones apart
Spread you over your background
Like bogus art put the Mots in Art
Try to focus on the frozen dart
Cold and dark, as a cobra's heart
I drink the absinthe raw, no chaser
Madness follows me like
Investigators after Al-Qaeda
The metaphor maker, voice like Lord Vader
If you love Hip-Hop, I am your savior
Rip your mix tape up
And still take a pay cut
Me and you in the booth
Who you think is going to say something?
Remember in ninety-eight when I
Rung those bells?
I'm a chip off the old block, like Uncle L
Fuck a bootlace, I'll strap Velcro up
Niggas had gun talk
So what? They still didn't show up
Fuck around with Bus on the mic
They got no luck
Other than that, I don't really know what
Yo we got off to a cold start
Let me warm shit up
You're now listening to Can-IBus
Why would you do that? Your view too black
You must have smoked something I used
To call Pool Hall crack
Put a suit on you, you still look wack
Somewhere giving orders from
Confined quarters, handcuffed to a fag
Played the street too much
Should have been in a lab now you sad
Mad at who you was fussing with last
Life's a bitch, ain't it? Smile
It ain't nothing to laugh
Rose hell at show and tell
Brought a gun to your class
Keep the herb on the dash
‘cause I'm serving them fast
Classic lyrics for that ass
‘cause the purpose is cash
Look I got a couple of photos
Of you trying to showboat
Before my gun bolt touch your throat
Don't talk
The microphone shark, tear your bones apart
Spread you over your background
Like bogus art put the Mots in Art
Try to focus on the frozen dart
Cold and dark, as a cobra's heart
I drink the absinthe raw, no chaser
Madness follows me like
Investigators after Al-Qaeda
The metaphor maker, voice like Lord Vader
If you love Hip-Hop, I am your savior
Rip your mix tape up
And still take a pay cut
Me and you in the booth
Who you think is going to say something?
Remember in ninety-eight when I
Rung those bells?
I'm a chip off the old block, like Uncle L
Fuck a bootlace, I'll strap Velcro up
Niggas had gun talk
So what? They still didn't show up
Fuck around with Bus on the mic
They got no luck
Other than that, I don't really know what