SWAY & KING TECH - Freestyle - Canibus lyrics

rate me

(feat. Canibus)

Lyrically I'm banannas

My toungue moves like Hindu belly dancers performing tantra

I blur your vision like slow-setter speeds on a camera

And get up in that ass like colon-cancer

Brain cells hand-picked

organically enhanced with third millenium medical standards

My DNA was tampered with

By genetic engineers with scholarship grants that studied at Stanford

Canibus too adavanced for this

I turn spit to gas vapor than back to spit

Your style is one-quarter bull, one-quarter horse shit

One-quarter garbage and one-quarter awkward

Make you nauseous till you vomit

Like the backwards Pharcyde video going forwards

As I drink the blood of a thousand mcs

I can tell by the taste of the pulp if they was hand-squeezed

This is Transylvania vampire-mania

You should be afraid of my fangs in your neck drainin' ya

I was made to buss, made to crush

any mic I touch just disintegrates into dust

I've been watchin rap city since it had the first mayor

Secen years back when D.C. was swarming with secaters

Before Big Lez before Joe Clare

Before Steph Lover and before anybody in here

See I been there done that

But you see the problem was I had to double back cause the first album was

wack

A little short coming less than what the fans wanted

Now I'm back bussin'

My new album is disgusting

Bumrushin the basement with rhymes blazin in the booth

forget the pool table and the Playstation

Im too busy tryin' to concentrate

Grab you by the face and lay hands on you like Mase

'Cause when the saints come marchin' in

He'll be flossin in the clothes he bought with the money from the offering

Then it's Jim Baker all over again

Till he's back in the studio recordin' again

The Source gave me three and half mics

I should take three and half lifes from the staff for hiring that asswipe

Irv Gotti reprsented real well

The rest of y'all act like you scared of the doubel L

(Jamaican Accent) But it's alright, you can't stop Rastafari

It's a part of my life [???] mics see (End accent)

Niggas don't mine

I rhyme all night

We run out of time tell the label to cancel my flight

'Cause Ima stay right here and flow

Tell hits from the street I'm about to jack a whole hour from his show

Show you how I get down when I'm freestylin'

Smack Tavey Smiley and tell him to stop smilin'

Make the whole wake up show throw they hands up

When they listenin' to Can-I-Bus

It's 2000 B.C., July 18th

The illest emcee puttin it down on........Cali!