The HRSMN, Canibus - Future Flavas Freestyle lyrics

If I had half as many bars in gold
As I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Suckas want to know, 'Is Canibus gold?'
That's a stupid ass question, punk
Yo is Canada cold?
'Bout a thousand degrees lower
Than liquid nitro is
Five-thousand degrees hotter
Than flamethrowers i reflect light
Bounce off walls and wreck mics
'Bout to disconnect your windpipe
Cut your neck with a knife rip through
Everything from tissues to blood vessels
My ninjit'su, kill you with the art of tenchu
I zigzag, zig, crushing kids
With G-forces violent enough to
Crush they ribs
Like pilots that fly Russian MIGs
Coming to punish you pigs
Give a who you is, Canibus'll get biz
From the lowest point on the planet
To Mount Everest i kick the illest shit
Spray painting my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus
Forget forbidden fruit
I was eatin' what? in Genesis

I'm probably what you would call a
Record industry population enforcer
I slaughter like
A hundred rappers each quarter
In order to keep this sh in order
Track wack niggas down from border to border
Just like the stories of the
Hare and the tortoise the rabbit was faster
But fell asleep in the forest
But lost, cause the tortoise had endurance
I always stay focused the longest
I promise I can battle any artist 'till
They just get exhausted and forfeit
With actual, super natural forces
I'm a horseman from Hell
Immune to the garlic water, and the crosses
After the last album
I went through a metamorphosis
And probably fired more of my
Niggas than Doug Morris did
I kicked the dead beats out
Turned around and switched my whole team out
Now I got some banging ass beats now
It paid off, cause I came off, like Adolf
And I can murder any motha
What? camp I concentrate on
With the first strike, I'm so nice
I can exterminate more suckas
Than the first Reich the way I burn mics
I've been accused of being all hype
All bark, and no bite
Every night I got into a bar fight
Defending my title, cause niggas was like
"yo yo, I ain't feeling yo' shit"
And I had to beat they ass with Tae Bo
You read somewhere that I was wack?
Must have been a typo
Out of a grand, I got 755 votes
For freestyle champion, two years in a row
The type of rhymes I be spitting
Y'all suckas ain't even close
You wonder why I do this
I do this because I find it therapeutic
For all my enthusiasts that love my music
You're stupid my brain's faster
Than Cray computers
With microprocessors submerged in
Cryogenic fluids on some rude shit
I put voodoo on your two-inch
Tell you that you better not use it
Then bootleg your new shit
You think that you can mess around? Prove it
You got a beat? Loop it
You got lyrics? Then flip something to it