Elzhi - Royal Flush Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] [Royce talking] Yeah, Bar Exam 2 n***a. It's a motherf**in' holiday b**hes [Verse One] [Canibus] Bar Exam 2 I landslide you to lava below Gotta stance n***a 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 You click, perfects target Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' I would not let off the gas Traverse it through San Stone's past The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask [Verse Two] [Elzhi] 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 stratos- -Phere, it's clear who repertoire that is Pursue whites and f** 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' line that f**s 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 f** Got a flow to leave a river stuck You hear deeper lines, keep a nine near the liver tucked [Verse Three] [Royce Da 5'9"] 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'mm in a dream I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings That means I'm ill sick And plus I'm real b**h I should've played Hanco*k instead of Will Smith Cos I'm drunk and 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 n***as couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand So come and see a n***a 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 n***a before you buried your knuckles I got a hundred round drum I shoot the first thirty to k** everybody that trash your hook up Category blast the butcher Empty the clip just to make that 70 show like Ashton Lutcher n***a you at war with sharks the government team Will leave you airless/heirless like Jordan Sparks or a motherless queen We put it on y'all, tape a n***as phone call Sell it to the net for a phone card Then use it to phone y'all mommas I throw you n***as 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 heffner's hoes combined My n***as got GT's and sh**, yeah I know mini coopers While you n***as rolling around in the mini coopers I'm the sh** for real, y'all n***as mini poopers Drunk, wildin, commitin vodka and henny bloopers Who could give a n***a the snoop foot Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut look You shook, n***a 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 an*log Bar Exam 2 is the present, the distributor is Santa Claus