King Tech - Ras Ka** & Canibus Freestyle lyrics

[Ras Ka**] Listen, listen Now since the *Wake-Up Show* I've been handin rappers they a** on a silver platter Its empty ill & gray matter I do a selectively crew The type of brotha that will go to ya album release party Grab the mic and BOO you Like how's how F' how's how I make a fool's do-rag do not want to Nephew just a Brontosaurus with a sixth sense Walking around not even knowing that he don't exist The cardio by linguistics this sh** be the hardest act to follow I don't even spit I unswallow I got so-called hip-hop purests that's hip-hop tourists Tryna mandate that I replicate 1988 Fool its 2000 so get a life do u know what these Rugged ghetto streets look like Now to my b-boys & b'iches black be the Best brutalized beats like Beebe Briches I got Tourrettes and when I finish snappin the black community Gonna hate you for real like you got on BET And screamed F' Lauren Hill Like that, Canibus [Canibus] Yeah, yeah pestilence! Pestilence! Yeah, war the hardcore raw metaphor Bout to blackout one time for ya'll I'm as dangerous as they come Dangerous with or without a gun I've been dangerous from day one Rhyme flows explode like pyro's Stick to your ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoe's You get your head flowin' if you dumb in the dome Or struck with some stone till you feel numb in the bones You betta keep your big mouth closed 'Fore I stick a muzzle of the chrome in that hole under your nose Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold In the direction of my wrist bones to release your soul I told you to freeze, if I was you I wouldn't have froze But you chose that other route and got blown full of holes A pistol to ya mug cripple ya tongue, rip through ya lungs Then write your name on your tombstone, scribbled in blood C'mon give me a little love is there anybody out there That never felt one rhyme that Canibus bust You a liar liar ya pants on fire, watch the G.O.A.T But the ghostwriter get slaughtered by a tiger I saw him in the Pun video holdin' up his lighter I smeared his career like doo-doo inside a diaper My style is sicker than infected women and men I'm so raw I could catch AIDS without stickin' it in Flip and dip like scrimps and scampi, switch My language up like a black kid raised by a Spanish nanny You think you got big cahunas well I got bad news After tonight you'll have a testicular tumor Dirty Manhattan alley to Atlanta where n***as drive caddies To Trick Daddy and Trina down in Miami To Louisiana with Cash Money and Manny To the Sky Bar at the Mondrian out in Cali With a raspberry daiquiri, I'll a**ault and batter you badly Words fire rapidly like heavily armed Apaches Piloted by a trigger-happy Iraqi with extremely bad acne I cause catastrophe to any n***a trying to battle me Word yeah 2000 B.C Ayo I radiate like plutonium, raw as the glow Got ya counters drum roll when I start to flow A patriarch with a heart of Napoleon Bonaparte I stomp across continents to conquer my art I'm millennium lyricist , Area 51 physicist Rhymes hot enough to melt the wax off the turntable Before the DJ even starts spinnin it My raps can melt the wax right off the back of Kid Icaris Sharper than the sh** you shank n***as with Sharper than scissor tips sharper than rings on RZA's fist It's ridiculous how so many of you s**as figured That "Maybe we could get a name if Canibus disses us" I know how you s**as think, you figure since You already a p**y you might as well give me syphilis Envious cause my rhymes are infinite And you lyrically limited to the little boxes you livin in Ras Ka** show'em how you blast off