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Canibus - DJ Clue Freestyle 97 ''I Speak At Frequencies''

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