Canibus - DJ Clue Freestyle lyrics

[Canibus] I speak in frequencies dogs would have trouble hearin Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineering Raw metaphors keep you high fa months Fly around the earth twice without refueling once Ain't too many categories I can fit in When it come to spittin Cuz I'm overqualified for tha position The lazer guided lyrical hybrid Creatin scripts so sick I gotta arm wrestle my pen to write it Don't get excited Cuz if I ever catch one of you wanna-be's bitin We're gonna be fist fightin So mutherf**ers what you want? I got the shotgun pumped You feel like a frog n***a, then jump I posses the lyrical ammo to battle And rip any one of you warm blooded mammals to shambles I make examples of you and eat a mouth fulla ya crew The type of MC you can't out-do I'll battle you on the net I'll 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 wit a gun to my neck I'll battle you standin over the toilet wit my dick out I'll battle you jugglin a hand grenade wit da pin out In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out Drinkin' a Guinness Stout doin a 360 spinout I stay righteous like Farrahkan Puffin on the Marijuan' You understand where I'm comin from? You number 1 and I'm negative 2 Basically n***a that means I'm STILL betta Than you Basic mathematic and verbal mechanics of rhymin Behold' I crush a peice of coal and create a diamond On the microphone I'm sicker than those who've Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome And every word I utter fa hip-hop lovas Will reflect forever like 2 mirrors facing 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 Trying to get the "D" "R" op on The "C" ops Blow spots, capsize boats shipwrecked yachts Headshots hit you at 300 nautical knots You calling the cops complaining about the hip hop Getting busy 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 being murdered Metaphors is proof I got more than just a couple screws loose Latinos call me the Black Hey-sus(Jesus) So for all who believe the telekinesis of Jesus I touch a paraplegic and heal him