Canibus - MP3.com Freestyle lyrics

Yea, check it out yo Yea, check it Yo, yo, yo This is hardcore, out of my heart's core Principles, laws, equations, and formulas drawn on chalkboards Generate thought forms quicker than Concords With onboard computers logged on to On Star En garde, take ten steps and draw I'm the law around these parts, respect it dog Or you might spend a weekend in the county morgue With an unsuitable coffin that's way too small And a deacon blessing your body at a funeral You get a twenty-one blunt salute and life goes on Gotta stay positive focus on the protons And post dope songs on m,p three, dot, com As deep as a Tupac poem, I wish I got to know him Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest, and now they gone 'What's Going On?' On my album I'ma do a song Who Shot Ya? Remix featuring Shyne and Sean Before I battle total strangers I make them sign disclaimers, that state they aware of the danger See, I might become overwhelmed with anger Split your skull like a banana, and bludgeon your face with a hammer You wanna rhyme? Fill out this Double-U, nine Sign below the dotted line, now your publishing's mine I gotta have your publishing rights, hang you upside down See if you scared of heights, remember Vanilla Ice? Ask Paradise if I'm nice I took the train to Chambers Street and blacked out on his mixtape twice Back in '95 I was a tiny guy You could see the hunger in my eyes, I just wanted to rhyme And I'm Still in my prime, Still chasing down what's mine Still like Dre, but Jay-Z ain't writing my rhymes Quick to say hi, and quicker to say bye Take a flick with some guys and leave before the Polaroid dries "He was standing here a minute ago," the brother replied "With his mind on his money and his money on his mind" Reflecting over the times when I was signed Selling records for ten dollars, but only a dime was mine What's the odds of rolling two dice with six sides each? As if there's only thirty-six ways to die in these streets There's a million ways to die at the absolute least One of those ways is messing with the Beast from the East A.K.A. me, A.K.A. the capital "C" Ripping the Jacker with Paradise on m, p, three Keep it locked y'all