Funkmaster Flex, N.O.R.E., Canibus, DMX - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

This is a street corner
You know what I mean?
This is not the Hot 97 studio
This is a street corner right now
This is 3 emcees, know what I'm sayin'?
Standing on the sidewalk you
Know what I mean?
Timberland Boots, saying? Finessing
Concrete slab under the feet

Yeah blacking out with Funk Flex
DMX holds the shotgun pump
Canibus holds the tec
Whenever the head is separated from the human
Body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for 10 seconds
Long enough for me to give
You one last message
And when you get to hell
You can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused


Messing with Canibus, the human Rubik's Cube
Like you got something to prove
I'm above the law
Making cops shit in their drawers
They won't even dispatch the call
If my name is involved
While you pray to Allah
Reading your teachings of Muhammad
I'm in my crib studying thuganomics
Niggas wanna murder me
That's why my burgundy's superb and be
Full of secret service security
Taking off in aircrafts that take
Off and land vertically
The fact that I ain't treated like
A king is absurd to me
From the streets of dirty Jersey to Germany
Niggas heard of me
Verbally murdering you thoroughly
Without effort i get drug tested before I
Can rhyme on the record
A remarkable specimen, with an audible weapon
Processing lyrics in less than one-
One hundredth of a second beef? Bring it!
Bullets or barrels, spin it
Fingers squeeze trigger leave
You physically disfigured

Come thru, run thru Gun who?
Oh, you don't know what the gun do?
Some do! those that know, are real quiet
Let me think you gon' try it
Fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gon' die, shit
Because I'm the hardest rap artist and I'm
A start this shit up for real
Get up and feel
My words, I make spit and squeal
Ill, it's all I've been hearing lately
Niggas hate me wanna duck tape me
And make me put their brains on the wall
When I brawl, too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefin but a lot of them bluff
But not ME! cause im the nigga
That can get outta them cuffs
You think a lot of them is tough
It's just a front
Cause I light them them niggas up
The fight turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind
Niggas taking em down
We all knew that you was pussy!
But i'm tasting it now
And never have a raw dog like "what"
Biting forever all up in your gut
Give it to em all like that
Ain't no love I do em all like that
Right up in their back clack! clack!
Close your eyes baby, it's over, forget it
Happened in front of your building but
Nobody knows who did it (bark! bark! bark)

Yo, my name NORE, but only fam call me PAPI
Y'all people homos
Like the cat who killed Versace
Homo, thug yo I shoulda known sooner
My clique stay in jail
Like Robert Downey Junior
Like Outlaw, in the beacan yo, Nigga Rican!
Most y'all people think you
Live and y'all Weakling
I'm from Iraq play the cut, smoke mad trees
Mind my own business
Concentrate on my cheese yo, the doorlocked
Four knocks ain't one simple
I'm like 98 live, y'all like double dribble
Yo thugged out
No rules while playing the game
Every man for himself
Just receiving the pain
It's like Utah 21, no outs, just go hard
Rest In Peace I gotta say to Yami and Todd
It's like my people never learn
Money to burn
Yo I'm leaving like me and Nate-ness
Let me say this
I used to rock the G-U-E with the Double S
Now I'm in the 98 Black GS
Golden with kid and my shit on some full grip
Headlights shine from Def Jam
To Crown Heights
Now my clique keep guns, no time for fights
Open the flip on star trak, play the message
Copped ten Sprint phones and caught a deal
What? Two in the same like
Thugged out and Ill Will
It's all real, What the deal?

Yo, Eff the nonsense
I got the reinforcements
To crush any enemy's offense
With A hundred thousand horseman
The Hardest Motherfucker on the market
Right here i complete in a minute what will
Take you a light year
Extraterrestrial biological entities with
Infinite energy battling for World Supremacy
Who wanna get touched? The
Can-IBus will crush you
With hard jigsaw puzzles and
Strong jaw muscles
Ambushing Emcees, jumping out the trees
Like Vietnamese in fatigues
Covered with leaves
Interrogating you wack emcees like
MIBs in dark glasses
Asking you to tell me exactly
Where that alien craft landed by flashing
Bright lights in your eyes
With them silver cameras so when you revive
You can't recall or understand it
That's how the Canibus keeps
Tabs on the planet
I use amnesia to neutralize public panic
And take advantage of opportunities
To do damage
I pierce your heart with evil thoughts
The only thing faster than the Speed of
Light is the Speed of Dark
With the jaws of a great white shark
I rip you apart my state of the art lyrical
Lasers is razor sharp
Splatter the brain matter of my enemies
With the same bullet trajectory
That murder John Kennedy
In the back of his cranial cavity
Which is actually what happens to any MC for
Tryna battle with me

Ayo they scared to death, misery need company
These crab slackers
People actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain off
Wipe the stain off
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo
They lookin' at our poster now
Playin us closer now
The funds follow us, what
These chickens swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
Yo, Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend
Look in the crowds
Clouds look like coke 'n heaven
Like whoever sittin' on pies too
He gettin' high too mad fly too, a thug too
Yo we praise those
However you make your pesos
Keep your shit tight just like
Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance
And gotta yell "What, What!"
Cuz thug people don't dance yo
I told people, that you did it for show
But niggas thought you was ill, yo
Even your ho
Yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and
Now you buy dough i'm vatos, locos, morenos
Go-golos, boriquas, platinos
My people rollin' those, fontos and hydros
We stay smokin' it, these light it up though
We stay smokin it, Tone Loc'in it
Me and Fat Joe still provoking it

For Hip-Hop heads I provide the ultimate high
Canibus is the difference between
Harvard and DeVry
See I deliver lyrical blows to
Pose a potential threat
To any emcees I've ever met, or will meet
I can't be defeated or beat
Lyrically I got more lines than streets
So if you got beef, you better speak now or
Forever hold your peace
Cause I'm coming from the
Stomach of the beast
Representing the East Coast from
Border to border
I'll battle this whole planet
In alphabetical order
From A to Z, or whatever the case be
My brain waves beat against the
Rocks like the sea
See my style is every color in the spectrum
Your style is plain like
Trains without vandalism
Steady blinding niggas when I be shining
Holding the sun in my hand
I walk across the horizon
My IQ number has six zeros behind it
I possess the power to
Sleep with open eyelids
On a metaphysical level
I'll make you burst into flames just by
Looking at a picture of you in fact
When ever I put the match to the buddha
My brain cells become parallel to a computer
Gathering thoughts at speeds that
Light couldn't exceed
Test scores the Japanese
Overseas can't believe
When I'm around other emcees I
Don't know how to behave
I feel like a metal plate in a microwave
Taking niggas beyond the lyrical speed limit
Digging graves and dumping bodies in
It when I'm finished
Attracting shit like a musical magnet
I'll freak flows in binary codes
And talk to faxes
Lifting weights and taking amino acids
Sprinting through marathons like they
Was sixty yard dashes
My reactions’ll hit you
Before your pro-actions hit me
Think about it, it’s deep
My fan club got more followers
Than the Grateful Dead groupies
And my SAT scores got aliens
Trying to recruit me
’Cause lyrically I got superhuman abilities
And I’ll make a mockery of
Anybody for drilling me
I get mad respect in this rap game
MCs like you could only call
Me by my last name
You came out of a woman’s womb
I came out of a space pod I’m a alien
A lyrical God
You gotta find twenty niggas like God
Just to even the odds with me
My philosophies are iller than Socrates
I’ll damage your physical with my verbal
My balance enables me to square
Dance in a circle
To me you’re like a nigga trying’na
Jump a normal nigga's hurdle
And word to my unborn child, I’ll hurt you
Experiment on you like a mad scientist
And if my lyrics drive you crazy
My fist'll be your psychiatrist

It's like a gun trilogy, gat strategy
What, Noreaga, lay out like your majesty
Aspect mine when y'all niggas hear my par
Have y'all straight wildin when
Y'all see my car
I step on your toes, bonin ya hoes
Chain reaction take toes, stay in my clothes
Keep askin why I keep blazin y'all foes
Gettin lick now
From my fuckin neck to my toes
Still shootin decent
Throwin grenades at the precinct
Henny, Wood, Guinness
Mad people are gettin finished
Stashin it, my people it
Gettin head in the whip, but not crashin it
Monster Kode, gang related like OJ
Friends know me, by my first name Victor
Santiago, half-black, half-Fajardo
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
Me and Tone from T-M in the B-M
Drink Cristals, won't cancel Seagrams
Yo, N-O-R-E
Nore stands for niggas on the run eatin
No matter if you're still treatin

I've lost my grip on reality
Or so it would seem pinch myself to wake up
'cause I know it's a dream
Niggas that don't know me see me
And think I'ma rob 'em
Niggas that know me well see me
And think I'm a problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to mans
I'll turn your last name to Underwood
'Cause if I see it, I'ma take
It and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this
Nigga on? That's D
The darker it gets outside
The more blood flows
When I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth
Like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
Beat you down with gat
See how much you bleed
How much you plead for your life
You was a killer
And all the bitches coming up out that ass
You feel it getting realer

I'ma cat that sit back and look at shit
'cause crooked shit gets me amped
And what you don't know
Will get you rocked in Sleepaway Camp
Grand champ and raise more hell
Than a Sorrel see you at the peephole
Bustin' at the doorbell
Though I wasn't coming without mine
You put me on the front
Line because you doubt mine
Bet your and lost yours
You come to get your I tossed yours
And it cost yours, fuck y'all niggas stupid
I'm the boss dog
What more dirt must I do, plus my crew
Busts at you
And you be like "What's that oooh"
Bust that Clue, do I bring the noise what
Destroy these mutts
Is these niggas toys or what
Bring all the pretty niggas
Thinking they gritty, in one city
Lemme show them niggas shitty some pity
But for fifty
A motherfucker will get a bullet
To hum to him, put the gun to him
Hit 'em with something that comes to him
Bet it runs through him
Look at what I done to him, no more smiles
Got the whole top half of his head
Running wild but you don't hear me though
So I turn out the lights
We can take it to the streets dog
Turn off the mics
If you want war, then you want more
Than you can stand and this 44
Will leave you with your dick in the sand
Who the man, and now you cats know for real
Get at me dog (bark) , what the deal

Yo, New Orleans, La, Va to Queens, I95
Where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the
Hood, to really make it, now we cake it
Until our whole team'll take
It to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel
Like war against God against another devil
Sustainin', now we're in Moschino, niggas
Say we changed it, switched it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose
Catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted
Let me find out, they sellin dimes out