100 Bars

Yeah! That's the beat right there

I'm about to black out with a hundred bars on some professional sh*t

So don't try this at home, yo

Yo, yo, yo

My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans

Because I recognize it's all about timing

Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African voodoo science

In front of twenty feet bonfires lookin' skyward calculating May 5, 2000

The nine planets'll be in alignment

The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit

Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet

With mercury ion rockets

And a big-ass "Canibus Comin' Soon" poster on the side of it

I'm known geographically and intergalactically

That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me

They even tried kidnappin' me and they would've snatched me

If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity

Engines stalled and failed, crashed into a farmer's field

And that's really what caused Roswell

Undercover operatives workin' for COM 12

Disguised as a n*gga, signed with a record deal

Lyrically I'm off-scale

So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel

Briusin' n*ggas, confusin' n*ggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens

Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles

Hear the wild wolf growl

Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds

Wack n*ggas wanna be down but it's not allowed

Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth

With the southpaw southern fist

I'll bust your sh*t, swell your lip bigger than Bubba's shrimp

For acting tough and sh*t, what a wimp

You giant Goliath, n*ggas get shot with a rubber sling

I'm an experiment gone bad

My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin' mad

Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast

When I throw the Florence flask in my hand

Flammable liquids in the lab explode

And you get stabbed with all the flyin' glass

Trained to blow up commercial aircraft, trained in chemical weapons class

Just to see how long a n*gga's breath'll last

I put him in a leather mask, spray his ass with a can of pepper gas

Then watch him grab his neck and gag

Watch the n*gga choke to death as I laugh

"You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask

N*gga, pick a tougher task, see who the f*ck'll last

Whoever lose'll get a solderin' iron up the ass

You need to recognize

My hand is quicker than the eye, quicker than the five speed Jamiroquai drives

A lifespan longer than nine lives, infinite rhymes that can't die

A n*gga with a divine mind

I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dimes

Dividin' myself into hundred ten times

You can't deny the offerin's I offer

Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water

Fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche

Murder a million MC's, then autograph all of their coffins

Been gettin' it on since I been born and I'm a live long

And I'm a be gettin' it on 'till I'm gone

Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on

I took an oath to rip everything I get on

A n*gga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndrome

In the wrist bones from gripping microphones this long

I'm just a small fish in a big pond

And gets pissed off, whenever I get picked on

N*gga try to flip and get flipped on

My army march a million strong, like the Nation of Islam with suede Timbs on

Extremely hostile

Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles

A lyrical lynch mob

Sh*ttin' on n*ggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on

Duckin' down low like we in 'Nam fightin' the Viet Cong

Screamin' "Incoming!" when I see a bomb

Speak to your leader, surrender your arms

You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds

Plus 800,000 to even consider a war

And 200,000 more to even look hard

You better drop your flag and withdraw

My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors

And smash y'all, attach y'all to the back of my horse

And drag y'all across the motherf*ckin' asphalt

Nine out of ten n*ggas is frauds

You know who you are, always talkin' about your b*tches and your cars

Your jewelry and your girls, it's like we from two different worlds

You motherf*ckers really get on my nerves

'Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg sh*t

I close my eyes when I freestyle, so I could read what prints across them

Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience

To barbecue your brain organs

You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven

I flame broil suckers then hit 'em with some more sh*t, the raw sh*t

Call my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen

Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit

I dare a motherf*cker to cross it

I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin'

Tell him it's important, tell him to call Sting three way and sing a chorus

Break your camcorders, so you motherf*ckers can't record it

Call the news, I'll kill your reporters

Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers

F*ck the soft sh*t and f*ck what y'all think

My album's gold cause my album was the bomb sh*t

Y'all n*ggas got your ass beat, 'cause you asked for it

Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid

'Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys

You f*ck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it

That's some sick sh*t homeboy

A hundred years ago they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud

You fraudulent, feminine, fragile as a feather is

With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton

You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence?

You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship

You need to shut the f*ck up, cause your breath stink

Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints

Battlin' me, you never win

You thought you was the only n*gga, that could sneak a weapon in? n*gga, guess again

Cause after I'm finished wreckin' this sh*t

I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henny and go f*ck a lesbian