Wake Up Show Vol. 7 Aka Rap City Freestyle - Lyrics - Canibus

(Canibus) Lyrically I'm banannas My toungue moves like Hindu belly dancers performing tantra I blur your vision like slow-setter speeds on a camera And get up in that ***** like colon-cancer Brain cells hand-picked organically enhanced with third millenium medical standards My DNA was tampered with By genetic engineers with scholarship grants that studied at Stanford Canibus too adavanced for this I turn spit to gas vapor than back to spit Your style is one-quarter bull, one-quarter horse ***** One-quarter garbage and one-quarter awkward Make you nauseous till you vomit Like the backwards Pharcyde video going forwards As I drink the blood of a thousand mcs I can tell by the taste of the pulp if they was hand-squeezed This is Transylvania vampire-mania You should be afraid of my fangs in your neck drainin' ya I was made to buss, made to crush any mic I touch just disintegrates into dust I've been watchin rap city since it had the first mayor Secen years back when D.C. was swarming with secaters Before Big *** before Joe Clare Before Steph Lover and before anybody in here See I been there done that But you see the problem was I had to double back cause the first album was wack A little short coming less than what the fans wanted Now I'm back bussin' My new album is disgusting Bumrushin the basement with rhymes blazin in the booth forget the pool table and the Playstation Im too busy tryin' to concentrate Grab you by the face and lay hands on you like Mase 'Cause when the saints come marchin' in He'll be flossin in the clothes he bought with the money from the offering Then it's Jim Baker all over again Till he's back in the studio recordin' again The Source gave me three and half mics I should take three and half lifes from the staff for hiring that *** Irv Gotti reprsented real well The rest of y'all act like you scared of the doubel L *(Jamaican Accent)* But it's alright, you can't stop Rastafari It's a part of my life ??? mics see *(End accent)* ***** don't mine I rhyme all night We run out of time tell the label to cancel my flight 'Cause Ima stay right here and flow Tell hits from the street I'm about to jack a whole hour from his show Show you how I get down when I'm freestylin' Smack Tavey Smiley and tell him to stop smilin' Make the whole wake up show throw they hands up When they listenin' to Can-I-Bus It's 2000 B.C., July 18th The illest emcee puttin it down on........Cali!