Canibus:Your Saviour Freestyle

[Canibus]
Yeah, MicClub //

Yo //
We got off to a cold start, let me warm shit up //
You’re now listening to Can-I-Bus //
Why would you do that? Your view too black //
You must have smoked something I used to call Pool Hall crack //
Put a suit on you, you still look wack //
Somewhere giving orders from confined quarters, handcuffed to a fag //
Played the street too much, should have been in a lab //
Now you sad, mad at who you was fussing with last //
Life’s a bitch, ain’t it? Smile, it ain’t nothing to laugh //
Rose hell at show and tell, brought a gun to your class //
Keep the herb on the dash, ‘cause I’m serving them fast //
Classic lyrics for that ass, ‘cause the purpose is cash //
Look I got a couple of photos, of you trying to showboat //
Before my gun bolt touch your throat, don’t talk //
The microphone shark, tear your bones apart //
Spread you over your background like bogus art //
Put the Mots in Art, try to focus on the frozen dart //
Cold and dark, as a cobra’s heart //
I drink the absinthe raw, no chaser //
Madness follows me like investigators after Al-Qaeda //
The metaphor maker, voice like Lord Vader //
If you love Hip-Hop, I am your savior //
Rip your mix tape up, and still take a pay cut //
Me and you in the booth, who you think is going to say something? //
Remember in ninety-eight when I rung those bells? //
I’m a chip off the old block, like Uncle L //
Fuck a bootlace, I’ll strap Velcro up //
Niggas had gun talk, so what? They still didn’t show up //
Fuck around with Bus on the mic, they got no luck //
Other than that, I don’t really know what //