Songwriter: Canibus
Producer: RZA
Canibus! (Canibus..)
Freestyle! (Freestyle..)
Niggas know..
Clue!
[Verse]
Yo! I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearin'
Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineering
Raw metaphors keep you high for months
Fly around the earth twice without refuelin' once
Ain't too many categories I can fit in when it comes to spittin'
'Cause I'm over-qualified for the position
The laser-guided lyrical hybrid
Creatin' scripts so sick, I gotta arm-wrestle my pen to write it
Don't get excited, 'cause if I ever catch one of you wannabes bitin'
We gonna be fist-fightin'
So motherfuckers, what you want? I got the shotgun pumped
You feel like a frog, nigga, then jump
I possess the lyrical ammo to battle
And rip any one of you warm-blooded mammals to shambles
I'll make examples of you and eat a mouthful of your crew
The type of MC you can't outdo
I'll battle you on the 'net, I battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect
I'll battle you for the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
I'll battle you standin' over the toilet with my dick out
I'll battle you jugglin' a hand-grenade with the pin out
In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out
Drinkin' a Guinness stout, doin' a 360 spin-out
I stay righteous like Farrakhan puffin' on the marijuan'
You understand where I'm comin' from?
You number 1? Then I'm negative 2
Basically, nigga, that means I'm still better than you
Basic mathematics, the verbal mechanics of rhymin'
Behold, I crush a piece of coal and create a diamond
On the microphone, I'm sicker than those
Who've Acquired-Immune-Deficiency-Syndromes
And every word I utter for hip-hop lovers
Will reflect forever like two mirrors facin' each other
The baddest M-other F-ucker
Let me break the style down so you don't have to wonder
I walk the B-lock with G-lock C-ocked
Tryin' to get the D-R-op on the C-ops
Blow spots, capsize boats, shipwreck yachts
Headshots hit you with 300 nautical knots
You callin' the cops, complainin' about the hip-hop
Gettin' Benjamin's like the L-OX; it don’t stop
Eh-eh-eh-eh, put away your burners, you can't serve us
My whole camp is allergic to bein' murdered
Metaphors is proof I got more than just a couple screws loose
Latinos call me the black Jesús
So for all who believe in telekinesis and Jesus
I'll touch a paraplegic and heal him
Freestyle! (Freestyle..)
Niggas know..
Clue!
[Verse]
Yo! I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearin'
Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineering
Raw metaphors keep you high for months
Fly around the earth twice without refuelin' once
Ain't too many categories I can fit in when it comes to spittin'
'Cause I'm over-qualified for the position
The laser-guided lyrical hybrid
Creatin' scripts so sick, I gotta arm-wrestle my pen to write it
Don't get excited, 'cause if I ever catch one of you wannabes bitin'
We gonna be fist-fightin'
So motherfuckers, what you want? I got the shotgun pumped
You feel like a frog, nigga, then jump
I possess the lyrical ammo to battle
And rip any one of you warm-blooded mammals to shambles
I'll make examples of you and eat a mouthful of your crew
The type of MC you can't outdo
I'll battle you on the 'net, I battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect
I'll battle you for the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
I'll battle you standin' over the toilet with my dick out
I'll battle you jugglin' a hand-grenade with the pin out
In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out
Drinkin' a Guinness stout, doin' a 360 spin-out
I stay righteous like Farrakhan puffin' on the marijuan'
You understand where I'm comin' from?
You number 1? Then I'm negative 2
Basically, nigga, that means I'm still better than you
Basic mathematics, the verbal mechanics of rhymin'
Behold, I crush a piece of coal and create a diamond
On the microphone, I'm sicker than those
Who've Acquired-Immune-Deficiency-Syndromes
And every word I utter for hip-hop lovers
Will reflect forever like two mirrors facin' each other
The baddest M-other F-ucker
Let me break the style down so you don't have to wonder
I walk the B-lock with G-lock C-ocked
Tryin' to get the D-R-op on the C-ops
Blow spots, capsize boats, shipwreck yachts
Headshots hit you with 300 nautical knots
You callin' the cops, complainin' about the hip-hop
Gettin' Benjamin's like the L-OX; it don’t stop
Eh-eh-eh-eh, put away your burners, you can't serve us
My whole camp is allergic to bein' murdered
Metaphors is proof I got more than just a couple screws loose
Latinos call me the black Jesús
So for all who believe in telekinesis and Jesus
I'll touch a paraplegic and heal him