k**ah Priest - Future Flavas Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 2: Canibus] 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 s**as want to know, 'Is Canibus gold?' That's a stupid a** 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 ninjitsu, k** 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 sh**, spray painting my name across the pyramids The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus Forget forbidden fruit, I was eatin' what? in Genesis [Verse 3: Canibus] 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 n***as 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 n***as than Doug Morris did I kicked the dead beats out, turned around and switched my whole team out Now I got some banging a** 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 s**as 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 n***as was like, "yo Yo, I ain't feeling yo' sh**" And I had to beat they a** 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 s**as 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 sh**, I put voodoo on your two-inch Tell you that you better not use it, then bootleg your new sh** You think that you can mess around? Prove it You got a beat? Loop it You got lyrics? Then flip something to it //