Royal Flush Freestyle Lyrics - Canibus

[Intro - Royce talking] 

Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches 

[Verse 1 - Canibus] 

Bar Exam 2 

I landslide you to lava below 

Gotta stance nigga flow 

How bars? How far can you go? 

Only as far as the mind 

Canibus and Royce 5'9" 

Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme 

A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC 

I told him, "Be careful who you be." 

He said, "I'ma just be me." 

I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean." 

Look at the manifest list 

It got my name down 

A bald head for the cool crown 

How you like me now? 

I terrorize rap music 

What manner of creature could do this? 

Canibus stupid 

Retarded, autistic artists 

You click, perfects target 

Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' 

I would not let off the gas 

Traverse it through San Stone's past 

The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask 

[Verse 2 - Elzhi] 

I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens 

Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans 

You're the definition of what "joke" mean 

I'm star status 

Like glowin' lights throughout the far stratos- 

-Phere, it's clear who repertoire that is 

Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price 

My cheese outgrew mice 

I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm seein' you twice 

The lead pacer 

Been makin' moves like Speed Racer 

Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer 

Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose 

I could fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost 

Pee on peons beyond eons 

Till there's neon Klingons 

Close encounter of the three kinds 

You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all 

And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul 

I could give a fuck 

Got a flow to leave a river stuck 

You hear deep it lines ?? 

[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"] 

Osama McCain, you climb in this ring 

Rhyming with Obama the king 

End up on the bottom of the things 

Living inside of ominous springs 

I'mm in a dream 

I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings 

That means I'm ill sick 

And plus I'm real bitch 

I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith 

Cos I'm drunk and flyer 

I'm the super hero minus all the chump attire 

And I bleed hardly 

Tell your idol his times up 

And he's barbe-cue 

Every rhyme lined up like steve harvey's do 

From the pies to the brick man 

Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand 

So come and see a nigga burn a show 

And give me a hand before I give you the fist like a germaphobe 

And you probably too scary to scuffle 

If you ain't hit a nigga before you buried your knuckles 

I got a hundred round drum 

I shoot the first thirty to kill everybody that trash your hook up 

Category blast the butcher 

Empty the clip just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher 

Nigga you at war with sharks the government team 

Will leave you airless/heirless like jordan sparks or a motherless queen 

We put it on y'all, tape a niggas phone call 

Sell it to the net for a phone card 

Then use it to phone y'all mommas 

I throw you niggas a bone and then I bury the drama in a bone yard 

The flow's in prime 

I got more plastic on me than all of hugh heffner's hoes combined 

My niggas got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini coopers 

While you niggas rolling around in the mini coopers 

I'm the shit for real, y'all niggas mini poopers 

Drunk, wildin, commitin vodka and henny bloopers 

Who could give a nigga the snoop foot 

Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut look 

You shook, nigga I'm like the crew cook 

I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book 

With an appetite for destruction with the greed stigma 

Explains my past and adds to my enigma 

If it's digital or analog 

Bar Exam 2 is the present, the distributor is Santa Claus