100 Bars

Yeah, that's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars, on some professional shit, 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 foot bonfires.
Lookin' skyward, calculatin' May fifth two-thousand, 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 extra-terrestrials 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 working for COM 12. Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal.
Lyrically I'm off scale, so all hail or get tossed towards hell, whatever y'all feel.
Bruisin' niggas, confusin' niggas 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 niggas wanna be down, but it's not allowed.
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth with the south paw southern fist. I'll bust yer shit, swell yer lip and get the Bubba shrimp.
Back the tougher shit, what a wimp, you giant Goliath niggas get shot with a rubber sling.
I'm an experiment gone bad. My brainwaves on an encephalograph show I'm stark ravin' mad.
Your whole scientific staff, will get killed in a nuclear blast, when I throw the florence flask in my hand.
Flammable liquids in the lab explode and you'll get stabbed with all the flyin' glass.
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts. Trained in chemical weapons class. Just to see how long a nigga'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 nigga choke to death as I laugh. "You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask, nigga.
Pick a tougher task, see who the fuck'll last. Whoever lose gets 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 nigga with a divine mind.
I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dimes, dividin' myself into a 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 MCs, then autograph all of their coffins.
Been gettin' it on since I been born, and I'mma live long,
and I'mma be gettin it on 'til 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 nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndrome
in the wristbones from grippin' microphones this long.
I'm just a small fish in a big pond that gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on.
Nigga 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, shittin' on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on.
Duckin down low like we're in 'nam, fightin' the Vietcong, screamin' "incomin'" when I see a bomb.
Speak to your leader, surrender your arms. You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds.
Plus, eight hundred thousand to even consider a war, and two hundred thousand more to even look hard.
You better drop your flag and withdraw. My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors'll smash y'all,
attach y'all to the back of my horse and drag y'all across the mothafuckin' asphalt.
Nine out of ten niggas is frauds, you know who you are, always talkin' 'bout your bitches and your cars,
your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds. You mothafuckers really get on my nerves,
'cause I'm beyond 'em, on some futuristic cyborg shit. 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 suckas.
And hit 'em with some more shit, the raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen.
Take a big piece of chalk and, draw a line across the stage pulpit. I dare a mothafucka to cross it.
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin'. Tell him it's important, and tell him to call Sting three-way, to sing the chorus.
Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it. Call the news, I'll kill your reporters. Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers.
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think. My album's gold 'cause my album was the bomb shit.
Y'all niggas 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 fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it.
That's some sick shit 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 fuck up 'cause your breath stink. Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints.
Battlin' me you'll never win. You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? Nigga guess again.
'Cause after I'm finished wreckin' this shit, I'mma drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian.