[Intro: DJ Clue?]

Canibus! (Canibus..)

Freestyle! (Freestyle..)

Niggas know..

Clue!

[Verse: Canibus]

Yo! I speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearin'

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'

'Cause I'm over-qualified for the position

The laser-guided lyrical hybrid

Creatin' scripts so sick, I gotta arm-wrestle my pen to write it

Don't get excited, 'cause if I ever catch one of you wannabes bitin'

We gonna be fist-fightin'

So, motherfuckers, what you want? I got the shotgun pump

You feel like a frog, nigga, then jump

I possess the lyrical ammo to battle

And rip any one of you warm-blooded mammals to shambles

I'll make examples of you and eat a mouthful of your crew

The type of MC you can't outdo

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 with 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 the pin out

In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out

Drinkin' a Guinness Stout, doin' a 360 spin-out

I stay righteous like Farrakhan 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 better than you

Basic mathematics, the verbal mechanics of rhymin'

Behold, I crush a piece of coal and create a diamond

On the microphone, I'm sicker than those

Who've Acquired-Immune-Deficiency-Syndromes

And every word I utter for Hip-Hop lovers

Will reflect forever like two mirrors facin' each other

The baddest M-other F-ucker

Let me break the style down so you don't have to wonder

I walk the B-lock with G-lock C-ocked

Tryin' to get the D-R-op on the C-ops

Blow spots, capsize boats, shipwreck yachts

Headshots hit you with 300 nautical knots

You callin' the cops, complainin' about the Hip-Hop

Gettin' Benjamins like the L-OX; it don’t stop

Eh-eh-eh-eh! Put away your burners, you can't serve us

My whole camp is allergic to bein' murdered

Metaphors is proof I got more than just a couple screws loose

Latinos call me the black Jesús

So for all who believe in telekinesis and Jesus

I'll touch a paraplegic and heal him