Royce da 5'9", Canibus, eLZhi - Royal Flush Freestyle lyrics

Yeah bar Exam 2, nigga
It's a motherfuckin' holiday, bitches
Bar Exam 2

I landslide you to the lava below
Gotta stance nigga flow
How many bars? How far can you go?
Only as far as the mind
Canibus and Royce 5'9"
Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme
A miniature version of me told
Me he wanted to MC
I told him, "Be careful who you be"
He said, "I'ma just be me" I said, "yeah
I see
But you don't understand what I really mean"
Look at the manifest list
It got my name down
A bald head for the cool crown
How you like me now? I terrorize rap music
What manner of creature could


Do this? Canibus, stupid
Retarded, autistic artists, one click
Perfects target
Staff Sergeant Canibus talkin'
I would not let off the gas
Traverse it through San Stone's past
The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask

Yeah, I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens
Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans
You're the definition of what "joke" mean
I'm star status
Like glowin' lights throughout
The far strato-
Sphere, it's clear who repertoire that is
Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price
My cheese outgrew mice
I'm too nice, cut through slice
I'm seein' you twice the lead pacer
Been makin' moves like Speed Racer
Indeed tracin' a line that fucks with
Your mind like a weed lacer
Try and boast, ain't lyin' close
So what I diagnose i could fry and roast any
Guy till they applyin' ghost
Pee on peons beyond eons
Till there's neon Klingons
Close encounter of the three kinds
You may fall, I'm AWOL
My heaters will spray y'all
And put you in a hole like
Robert Peter to pay Paul
I could give a fuck
Got a flow to leave a river stuck
You hear deeper lines
Keep a nine near the liver tucked

Yeah, Osama McCain, you climb in this ring
Rhyming with Obama the king
End up on the bottom of the things
Living inside of ominous springs
I'm in a dream i spit the only kind of
Sickness that vomiting brings
That means I'm ill
Sick, and plus I'm real, bitch
I should've played Hancock instead
Of Will Smith 'Cause I'm drunk, the flyer
I'm the super hero
Minus all the chump attire
And I bleed hardly
Tell your idol his times up and he's barbe-
Cue, every rhyme lined up
Like Steve Harvey's do
From the pies to the brick man
Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less
I died in some quicksand
So come and see a nigga burn a
Show and give me a hand
Before I give you the fist like a germaphobe
And you probably too scary to scuffle
If you ain't hit a nigga
Until you buried your knuckles
I got a hundred round drum
I shoot the first thirty
To kill everybody that trash your hook up
Category blast the butcher, empty the clip
Just to make that 70 show like Ashton Lutcher
Nigga you at war with sharks
The government team
Will leave you airless like Jordan
Sparks or a motherless queen
We put it on y'all, tape a nigga phone call
Sell it to the net for a phone card
Then use it to phone y'all mommas
I throw you niggas a bone
And then I bury the drama in a bone yard
The flow's in prime, I got more plastic on me
Than all of Hugh Hefner's hoes combined
My niggas got GTs and shit, yeah
I know mini Coopers
While you niggas rolling around
In them Mini Coopers i'm the shit, for real
Y'all niggas mini-poopers drunk, wildin
Commiting vodka and Henny bloopers
Who could give a nigga the Snoop foot?
Stretch him out on the floor
Like the Manut look
You shook, nigga, I'm like the crew cook
I put a price on the whip
And I'm like the blue book
With an appetite for destruction
With the greed stigma
Explains my past and adds to my enigma
If it's digital or analog
Bar Exam 2 is the present
The distributor is Santa Claus