Those were dope, but check this out:
Canibus on Hot 97 "Release Day Freestyle"
[video=youtube;u4VqkHp_SD0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4VqkHp_SD0[/video]
*Couldn't find the lyrics for this one on his website, so I typed them out as best as I could*
"I'll cut through your epidermal layers with verbal lasers/
Sharper than razors on the feet of Olympic ice skaters/
Carving figure 8s in the pavement, judges will smile with amazement/
Till their facial muscles start aching/
The most dedidcated hip-hop lyrical patron/
Busting on Hot 97's frequency modulation/
Make sure your Monday night mixtapes is taping/
Clueminatti controls the airwaves like freemasons/
Thought I couldn't freestyle you must be freebasing/
After this album, tell Universal I'm a free agent/
I might move to Japan and marry me an Asian/
Or move back to Jamaica and start deejaying/
"*Chants in Patwa*"
Or I might just stay in New York and murder emcees/
I intertwine with rhymes like, two girls living together having their menstrual cycles at the same time like/
I kick a rhyme that'll melt the earth/
Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse/
Sipping on sizzurp/ trying to stay alert, belch, and burp/
I know I'm the illest, I don't know if it helps or hurts/
Nobody can copy me/ I got a doctor's degree in botany/ that's why I can grow my marijauna properly/
Listen to my voice New York/ listen deeply/ you are getting sleeepy/
On July 18th, you're going to get up, go to the record store, and you're going to buy 2000 BC/
Listen to my voice please, listen deeply, you are getting sleepy/
On July 18th, you're going to get up, go to the record store, and you're going to buy 2000 BC/
I breathe in real deep, through the nostrils/
Charge my lungs like a CO2 cartridge/
Soon as the air is released, the rhyme launches/
Hit you like the Shoemaker-Levy Nine comet, what/
Canibus will bust bust your ass/
Strke a match against your mustache/ light my spliff and laugh/
Take two tokes and pass, wait till my lyrics reach critical mass, and whip the GOAT's ass/
I speak with the silent syntax of insects/
Human ears are inequipped to hear my E.L.F/
Extremely low frequency that frequently flows/
Type my rhymes out in morse code with pinky toes/
Bury your body underneath stones where algae grows/
Underneath oak trees guarded by thirteen floors/
Canibus will bust a flow, bust my load, bust all over your radio, I'll bust down your throat/
I bust like Busta Bust be busting for Flip Mode/
And keep busting till you can't see guns and gun smoke/
Like an active volcanos mad cause they ain't blow/
Searching for that pot of gold under the rainbow/
Or searching for that big pot of platinum, down at the bottom of the North Atlantic, with the Titanic captain/
I been rapping since rap happened/ My passion goes way beyond drinking Dom P. out of crystal glasses/
Yo, yo, check it, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo/
So every day, Sunday, Monday through Friday/ we can battle at 5:00 traffic on westside highway/
If they can see it live, why pay/ I'll slay you in broad day/ so stop being cocky and try me/
I'll be downstairs in Hot 97's lobby in about 5 minutes if you think you can out-rhyme me/
To the Ghetto Superstar that plays the guitar, that got lucky off Salaam Reemi's track Fugee la/
Trust me nigga, every dog has it's day/ I'll chop off your dreads and auction them on E-Bay/
So yo, forget the he say, she say/
Rumors are cliche, I'm just here to talk about my release day/
July 18th, I got to be honest, 12:00 in the morning you should be standing in line for it/
2000 BC coming out tomorrow, my album is ill, you can ask Clue or Duro/
Ask anybody you see in the 5 burroughs/
Even niggas that bootleg say my shit is thoro/
Listen, it's not like I'm whack, it's not like I can't rap, it's not like I'm not black, so cop that/
Believe that, you just witnessed the sickest emcee rap/
A hundred bars, no feedback/ peace black.
