Canibus - DJ Clue Freestyle 97 ''I Speak At Frequencies'' descargar videos gratis

Hot shit from Canibus off some DJ Clue mixtape from 97.

Yo,

I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearing

Canibus is the lyrical version of German engineering

Raw metaphors keep you high for months

Fly around the earth twice without refuelin once

Ain't too many categories I can fit in

When it comes 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 muthafuckaz whatchu want?

I got the shotgun pumped

You feel like a frog nigga, then jump

I posess the lyrical ammo to battle

And rip any one of you warm blooded mammals to shables

I'll make examples of you and eat a mouth full of ya crew

The type of emcee 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 with my dick out

i'll battle you jugglin a hand grenade with da pin out

In a stolen car with da fin number ripped out

Drinkin a Guiness Stout doin a 360 spinout

I stay richeous like Farrahkan

Puffin on the Marijuan

You understand where I'm comin from?

You number 1 then i'm negative 2

Basically nigga 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 Difficiency Syndrome

And every word I utter for hip-hop lovers

Will reflect forever like 2 mirrors facing each other

The baddest M-utha

F-ucka

Lemme break the style down so you don't have to wonder

I walk the B-lock

Wit da G-lock

C-ocked

Tryna get da DR-op on the C-ops

Blow spots

Capsize boats

Shipwreck yachts

Headshots hit you at 300 nautical knots

You call in da cops

Complainin about da hip-hop

Getin benjamins

Like the L-ox

It don't stop

Eh-Eh, Eh-Eh

Put away ya burnas

You can't serve us

My whole CAMP is allergic to bein murdered

Metaphors are proof

I got more than just a couple screws loose

Latinos call me da black Jesus

So all who believe in telekenesis

And Jesus

I'll touch a parapalegic

And heal him