Legendary Cypher

[Yasiin Bey (Mos Def)]

Fake, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom

Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem

Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom

You'll talk about me to your grandsons

Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags

So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags

Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have

Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab

Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium

My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians

Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon

Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim

Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10

These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine

Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's

Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them

Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then assemble it!

Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant

Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element

From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin

Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP

Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington

Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me

The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee

You see me?

[DMX]

Yo, niggas don't know so I gotta flip

It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get

When I bark, when I hit, scratch like a Pit

We both know you pussy but you stay talking shit

What I'mma have to do dog, run up when you rest

Catch you while you comfortable with one up in your vest

One up in yo chest, of course they the hollows

You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow

I'mma go platinum... You gots to be kiddin'? (Nah!)

I'mma go platinum! No bullshittin'

And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows

Strippin' ho's, gettin dough, let me go

And niggas know, who the best is

The dog, DMX is, the rest is or might as well be helpless

I'm wreckless cause when I wreck shit

I might snatch a niggas necklace

And then go from like midnight to breakfast

[John Forté]

Yo, yo, my Alma mater is the rooftop, back in '85

With summer cookouts to crack lookouts

Mega-hookers with pocketbooks out

The corner's where we hung out, my uncle that was strung out

Beef during the drought and all the guns that we brung out

Niggas hustle for cloud, Brownsville street type bouts

Blackouts, ultra-lootin', door to door army recruitin'

Drug lords continue shootin' in weathers, and come Novembers

Sleep in red snow, where niggas bled so, the spot control

Gold-chains with diamond-links makes product in kitchen sinks

Think tanks matching to banks, stuck up bitches actin' stank

Gun-play without provisions, went on twenty-type collisions

Weed spots getting took when po-nine run the jooks

Crooked beats crooks be lurkin' hurtin'

To catch a body workin' to say they perks when

It's a nigga head they burstin' first and last

I'll lock your block then smack that ass

Cum-laude and street-wise, slide fast

[Mic Geronimo]

Alright, I'm in fascination with the shorter words, turn to audible

Put a little more to it try to blow through

See it's like the way you think and I've been made to endure

I floored rap like [?] [?]

Gangs, straightaways moving out of buckets, some change

Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King

And I'm soaring, killing words they couldn't explain

Spark flames, so it burn slow, feeling me every bit

As much as Dutch know though, a ransom, my thumbs crush

My motivation lands where the guns bust

I know myself and the law we might trust

Mic like a cold-brush, goin' front porch to the street

Movin' through this life of speed

Tryna square and exonerate, they're here to eat

Besides that, dude you got me feeling the beat

It's like this, freestyle off of the cap

With my nigga Big Pun, cause he bust mad raps

That's DMX, we rock this shit, no doubt

With my nigga Canibus, let me show you how

Now we get down to the specifics, the Heineken

I be grabbing up the mic before we rhyme again

What time again? Don't talk to brainless such

People around the way tell me that I smoke too much

I'm rolling in the Dutch, that's the thing I do

While I'm chilling with my niggas from the Q.U

The zoo niggas ride, we like gorillas and such

While we ripping you through cause we just too much

Freestyle off the top of my brain, I maintain

Showing the motherfucking stress in the game

Still I wouldn't break, the flow fast, Speedy McSlow

Geronimo, I get the dough nigga, what?

[Big Pun]

I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team

Your squadron'll be barred from rap

Like Adam and Eve from the garden

I'm carving my initials on your forehead

So every night before bed you see the BP shine

Off the board-head, reverse that, I curse at the first whack

Nigga with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack

Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap

Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack

Hand him his purse back

I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull

Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal

Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongues packing the ones

Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns

It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana

You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana

C'mon pana, we need more rhymers

Feel the marijuana snake bite; anaconda

A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona

Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana

Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna

Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar

I'm pure adrenaline uncut, straight to the gut medicine

Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane

Simple and plain I'll explain it in layman terms

If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn

Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser

As smart as MacGyver can put honor inside the heart of a liar

Involved in a life of crime, fuck it I like the shine

Up in the white and lime, clutch with the pipe design

Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out

If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out

Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right

Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished, say goodnight

Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet

Settling beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat

But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter

It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on stagger

So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound

You ever heard, desert bird player, you outta bounds

You could ramble out the mouth, like you Rambo

But you slouch, if we battled you'd be out

Without a shadow of a doubt and that's the ugly truth

Killers walk with muddy boots

Once my dogs cut me loose, that's a bullet in your bubbly-goose

Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy? Barkin' like you wady

I'll have you crawlin, walking like a baby

Don't try to play me cause I'm not a playa

Aiyyo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potata

I'm 'bout to make a million dollars but still I'm rowdy

So I hope I'm rap and rhyming before I have to kill somebody

That's how it is in the stone jungle if you known to own a bundle

Guaranteed a nigga gon mug you

And no one love you when you broke as shit

Focus kid, commercials don't lie, curse you to die

Coke is it, rob your life away, that's a big price to pay

Forgetting to teach his kid how to ride his bike today stupid

[Canibus]

Let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine

You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine

That's a bitch move, somethin that a homosexual rapper would do

So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues

I studied your background, read the book that you wrote

Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke

Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me

I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently

You walk around showing off your body ‘cause it sells

Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills

Mad at me ‘cause I kick that shit real niggas feel

While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels

From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z

Now you want to fuck with me? Nigga you crazy

You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off

You better be prepared to finish what you start

Give me the respect that I deserve or I'mma take it by force

Blast you with a fourty-five colt, make you somersault

Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts

Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk

It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first

That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse

That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life

‘Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March ninth

God bless his soul rest in peace, kid

It's because of him now at least I know what beef is

It's not what I would call this, see this is something different

A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin'

Somebody that he gotta know is better than him

But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him

Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash then me

But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me

And if you really want to show off, we can get it on

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

I'll let you kick a verse... fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all

I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud

Clap, clap, now watch me rip the tat from your arm

Stick you in the groin, kick you in your Vanguard award

Stacks a Vanguard award

In front of your mom, your first, second and third-born

Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan

So he could persuade me to squash it, I say "Naw, he started it

He forgot what a hardcore artist is"

A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself

Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand

On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off-hand

From a lost and forgotten land

You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack shit

And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it?

Fuck that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube, I see the bitch in you

And I'mma make the world see it too

Straight-up and down

[Canibus]

Canibus and the Punisher

The ultimate executioner's dream

Swinging the guillotine

Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon

The brain remains conscious for ten seconds

Long enough for me to give you one last message

And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it

Don't ever get it confused

Fuckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove

Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed

Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew

From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruits, and foods

You got a album out? You get hit with your CD, too

Runnin' outside lyin', cryin', denyin'

That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got fucked by him

What's the difference? Y'all niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness

Too busy mixin' your bidness with your bitches

While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures

So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating all over his fingers

Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights

Sniffin' white, living the hype, he ruined his life

But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right

So make sure your grip is tight or I'ma snatch your mic

Word up, like that