Canibus - *Freestyle* Yale University descargar videos gratis

Watch in HQ!..Canibus came with Supreme Spittage, in this SICK Freestyle!..

{Lyrics}..Its the phantom of the opera ~

The Dracula Caligula unpopular ~

Melt your ocular with rocket-thrust processors ~

I dare you to touch the touch-screen monitors ~

Without proper gloves ~

Melt the skin off your fingers till they look like rounded nubs ~

As retarded as Forrest Gump ~

Youre nothing but a two-pump chump ~

Drunk punk with a puss filled prostate lump ~

You think that skunk stunk? ~

You should have smelled that decomposing cunt ~

That sick, gruesome grunt dumped in my trunk ~

Im a hunter thats ready to discontinue the hunt ~

But Im gonna keep ripping you scum till the millenniums done ~

You couldnt pass if you was gas out of your ass ~

Ill battle you in front of Sterling Library after class ~

You Get slumped, spending your tuition on blunts, youre a dunce ~

You get rejected trying to join Mic-Club ~

Feces hit the fan from the front ~

Liquid liters of diarrhea, not mud ~

No, its beet juice not blood ~

Truncate your trunk ~

Decapitate your face with a gun ~

Assassin with your tongue ~

Remove seven-eighths of your lung ~

Donate it to monks with jumpsuits, zip down in the front ~

For easy access when they get crunk with the nuns ~

As peaceful as Evil Knievel using a dirty heroine needle ~

After a four hundred and eighty foot jump ~

Perform verbal acrobatic magic with crash-proof tactics ~

Stuntmen say the F-word more than once ~

Put you on point, P.R.T (Poor Righteous Teachers) your funky joint ~

With proof like nineteen thirty three double-eagle coins ~

Bring Tha Noize like enemies out in public ~

You know you love it ~

A genie bottle covered with porcupine follicles ~

Try and rub it ~

Blood drips till the tubs flooded ~

My dead enemies lay there gutted ~

Till year two thousand and forty something ~

In the meantime, everybodys outside running ~

Cause the puppet-master behind the curtain is coming ~

With some hydrochloric stuffed in the luggage ~

A Final Call newspaper under his arm saying, Peace, my brothers ~

Resonances from my vocal tracks smothers the others ~

Ill bring Sparxx to any Bubba, make him guzzle pig blubber ~

Do a Ninja Man cover, tell you to suck your mother ~

If I wanted to get at you Id just infect your lover ~

Your girls an exceptionally good sucker ~

She aint got no tan, Ill tap that ass till it changes color ~

Get technical with decibels that are connected to you ~

The audible is too incredible to sell them to you ~

Id rather tuck you in at night and tell them to you ~

I introduce you to the new words and spell them for you ~

Dropping jewels with unpunctuatingly possible sexigonical chronicles ~

Burn you up faster than two hundred pounds of fuel ~

In helicopters doing loops out in Kabul ~

Compared to me, youre a out-turn, a penniless fool ~

Ill take you to school, expose you to the negative news ~

Take you out for drinks, put some sedatives in your booze ~

If you manage to win Ill kill you, so its better you lose ~

But Ill set it up so you win and celebrate it with you ~

Ill break the truth to you at a quarter till five ~

Look you square in the eye ~

And tell you that theres nowhere for you to hide ~

Triangulate your flow to wherever you rhyme ~

Quint-angulate your fibers one thread at a time ~

Bare this in mind, look a little deeper youll find ~

Line for line, Canibus is the Red Giant of rhymes ~

Mic-Club: The Curriculum, November nineteenth ~

B-Y-O-B-V: Bring your own bottle of Visine ~

Yale University, community broadcast emergency ~

Kublai Khan proofread this verse for me ~

T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound transcribed it just out of courtesy ~

Then I gave them the bird cause they looked like nerds to me ~

MicClub dot net, where real emcees perform lyrical surgery ~

With Pentium circuitry ~

Canibus, Yale University ~

The best way to encourage me is to keep discouraging me ~

They keep trying to front on me ~

They dont want none of me ~

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bumblebee ~

No seeds yet, so youre lucky theres only one of me ~

Rip the Jackers skullduggery on a summers eve ~

The real Hip-Hop community got love for me ~

Thats why I give the love back ~

Mic Club the Curriculum, a thousand bars, who could touch that? ~