Battle Rap I Wrote For Canibus

Aye yo, I drop the top, got Kennedy head, I’m presidential,

I spit for true credentials you eraserheads a stencil,

My mark on targets like deadshot with a laser sight,

Turning on my phasers right before I catch a case tonight,

My audible phonics not even on your radar,

So versatile, you broke, stock as a Bernie Madoff,

Rocks looking like napalm, for lack of a better word,

I am back with the lead to burn,

I’ll knock you back to the seance,

My base level too high, I’ll activate super saiy-on,

I’ll drop you into the ring, and put you on like I’m Beyonce (bay-ons),

Slow this shit to a standstill,

My mind’s an anvil,

The thoughts in my brain could recluse me to a landfill,

These are shoes that you can’t fill,

I’m balling like a Toronto Raptor,

You absent, like Father’s Day for Toronto rappers,

Now check the views from my six, got 71 behind me,

Just devils, drugs and dimepiece,

A sinners culture,

Got more, hookups than Fios,

I run the road, you a coyote,

My middle fingers’ a statuette when I’m rolling by slow,

The white messiah, the prodigal son,

The bodies are slumped, my pen hits you with audible thud,

I’m bringing it back to basics,

I’m giving it back I gotta be one of the best,

I’m running these laps, living a dream in this trap,

While people go stumbling back,

I’m Schwarzenegger in 93,

Ain’t nobody out shining me,

You weakling fizzle out your first attempt like you was Kyle Reese,