New Music: Chamillionaire “All Of The Lights (Freestyle)”

King Koopa is still feeding the ‘net with new music and for his latest freestyle, he keeps his flow well-lit over Kanye’s track. Major Pain 1.5 is coming soon.

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  • oohSNAP

    no chammilionaire just no!

  • syllables


  • That nigga Cham took a shot at the New comers……..wiz,wale,tlyer etc

    click on my name and fuck with a nigga


  • Ice Cold

    Yesssss chamillionaire can’t wait mix tape messiah

  • Too ill for mainstream

    Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom
    adjusting the focus of the moon
    One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
    is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
    What is the maximum field rate application?
    the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
    affects the population, fluctuation
    on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
    The juxtaposition of Canibus’s position
    the precision something no other has written
    Way above and beyond what was intended
    the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence
    You didnt go to college obviously
    I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
    A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
    when the brain orders the body not to breathe
    Incompetency is not up to speed, you’re not in my league
    you couldnt possibly be hotter then me
    Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you’d squeeze
    but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
    Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
    my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
    Your counselor advised you not to speak
    my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
    In the words of Joseph Heller, “I learned how to write better”
    even though it sort of urked me
    He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
    but he felt he was at its mercy
    Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
    the reason why nobody’s probably ever heard of me
    Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
    unless you try to translate what I print to film
    This is the line of will, the circle of time
    the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line
    Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
    Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni
    A wise man sees failure as progress
    a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
    And loses his soul in the process
    obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
    My style is masterful, multi-lateral
    I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
    Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
    from an existentialist’s view, I’m a better rapper then you
    Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
    my attitude is fucked up but abrogable
    Different methods interpreted into different forms
    from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
    Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved
    theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
    48 orders of mechanical laws
    and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
    Maybe I am self-obsorbed
    but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
    Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
    permitting you heard of Beezlebub
    A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
    with the DJ doing the needle rub
    Chances are you’ll never see me son
    yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub

  • East oAkland

    Lmaoo he killed this shit y’all niggas is hoes this is easily the best version of this song

  • Too ill for mainstream

    At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC’s melt
    Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
    Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
    I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
    I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
    and change the position of your brain
    My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
    nigga, get ya wig peeled back
    I scalp you like the indians on horseback
    Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
    Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
    Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
    Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
    Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
    From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT’s
    It’s critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
    In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
    tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit’s wack
    I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
    Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
    Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
    til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
    You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
    Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
    Y’all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
    My intelligence begins where yours peaks at


  • LA


  • roland simon

    dis go hard

  • Dum fucs


  • Pat

    This faggot need to stop posting Poet Laurette lyrics all over the place.

  • Mike

    ^Canibus dumb fuck>eminem

  • Too ill for mainstream

    I’m creatin the ultimate verses with perfect lines
    Puttin together the web of my rhyme one thread at a time
    So you niggaz need to stop testin me
    Cuz you know you can’t “F” with me
    Steppin to me with insuperior weaponry
    Exposin yourself to the verbal radiations
    Sayin you can defeat me is nothin but speculation
    Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels
    Niggaz be diggin my styles like fossils and pterodactyls
    Who wanna battle?
    I’m bad to the bone marrow
    The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows
    With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard
    Niggaz couldn’t touch me if they gave me a massage
    MCs will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed
    I’ll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch

  • Pat

    Hell no, Eminem>Canibitch, that faggot sucks balls, he isn’t even nice all he does is use higher vocabulary, and Eminem still shits on him.

  • Pat

    I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate a saint
    Cynic keep em’ thinkin its a fuckin gimic when it ain’t
    Clinically insane, brain is on venus, fuck Uranus
    label me a genius, if you ever seen us you would say
    He may seem as though he’s plain, normal
    if you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
    he ain’t as mean as what they say
    See the thing is maybe he can’t always think of things to say
    so he’s vague, so they mistake him for just bein’ crazed
    you part ways, your impression of him changed
    you don’t think he’s strange, you turn around and tell him, “peace and thanks”
    then you catch him flippin you off, with his pants down
    hands around his scrotum, tuckin’ his fuckin penis between his legs (aah!)

  • Too ill for mainstream

    Bus is dope, my battlin’ average higher than most,
    When I’m on the mic, I release fire from throat,
    If you disagree, please do it quietly folks,
    Anybody better than Bis, Must be a hoax,
    Black man? No, what about the great white hope?,
    What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
    Don’t you know that’s like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
    Still not even quite that close,
    I’m great white bitin you’re rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
    What the fuck is the Mathers with you?
    I’ll beat you black and blue, Then I’ll get a tat of you too,
    matter fact I’ll put a tatoo of me on you,
    A 10 by 10 C-logo, neon blue,
    The most theatrical emcee battle of all time,
    I rip jackers like you, you know the call sign

  • Pat

    My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
    And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
    See what you’re seeing is a genius at work
    Which to me isn’t work, so it’s easy to misinterpret it at first,
    Cuz when i speak, it’s tongue in cheek
    I’d yank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue
    I’d slice my gums, get struck by fuckin’ lightning twice at once
    And die and come back as vanilla ice’s son
    And walk around the rest of my life spit on
    And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung
    Like R Kelly as soon as “bump n’ grind” comes on
    More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a
    Aimed at the World Trade, standin’ on Ronnie’s grave,
    Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
    And thats pretty much the gist of it,Parents are pissed, but the kids love
    Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers
    I don’t blame you, i wouldn’t let hailie listen to me neither

  • Pat

    Now once upon a time not long ago
    There was a little rapper about to blow
    But his album came and it was not good
    I think it went lead or double copper wood
    So the silly little fans they were mislead
    By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head
    “Me and you, ‘Clef, we’re gonna make some cash
    Grab the silver paint and let’s paint my ass”
    Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to
    The ass-whippin’ I’m about to administer
    To this ass-kissin’ little vaginal blister
    Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers’ sister
    And in this corner, we have the mister
    Not havin’ it, it’s the mad sinister
    Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for
    this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin’
    Ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
    I’m ’bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta
    You bastard I ain’t wanna have to diss ya
    Canabis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya!

  • Killa K

    I’ll admit he’s a decent lyricist but his flow is the exact same on every song. gets annoying.

  • Too ill for mainstream

    Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones
    Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, ‘Bis is a pro
    I zigzag throughout sly loam
    Accelerate and decelerate in and out the cones
    Poisonous poems travel through walkman headphones
    Into your dome Osteoperosis your bones,
    Who’s the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-oh
    Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
    Drain your carcass dry rip out your heart bitch
    I write rhymes using your blood for my ink cartridges
    Paleoanthropologists, polish the bones
    of rapper artist after I dip in my hydrochloric waters
    Canibus, with the seams burstin, perfect
    Everyday the earth spins I write verses
    My soul purpose as a verbalist, is to make my words twist
    and connect like letters when they’re in cursive

  • Pat

    I’m cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn’t wanna answer this / if you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus / I’ll strangle you to death then I’ll choke you again / Then break your fuckin’ legs till your bones poke through your skin / You beef wit me, I’mma even the score equally / Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat your ass legally

    My attitude is worse than NWA’s was, I’ll battle you over stupid shit / and diss people who don’t have shit to do with it, like Cool J Does (MY TATTOO!)” but the real diss towards Bis was later on, when Em talked about his ‘plan for emcees to get record deals’: “Lesson Three: Get a job at a label / Switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owner’s table

    Plus I provoke you and then I bust
    Freestyles y’all can’t trust, I’m like Canibus
    I bust, Can I Bus? No you can’t
    But yes I can, cause I’m Slim Shady and I’m the man

  • Pat

    “So in two seconds flat Dre’s at my crib
    The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives
    And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
    Shit, oh Dre wait a minute that’s it
    All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost
    We can fly over the border (Lets go!) {*WOOSH!*}
    So we’re off to Toronto and we’re gainin’ speed
    {*BOOSH!*} (What was that?) Oh, Jermaine Dupri
    Fuck it; keep goin’ no time to waste
    Wait, back up, and hit him one more time in case (Okay!)
    Fuck, now he’s draggin’ under the car
    Oh well, only 30 more thousand miles
    Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryin’ to conversate
    Just tryin’ to find a reason for the constant hate
    And tryin’ to figure out what happened to ‘Germaine Propane’
    (He couldn’t have fell of that hard!) Ain’t no way!
    “What happened to the way you was rappin’ when you was scandalous?
    the Canibus turned into a television evangelist”
    Plus he raps with his regular voice
    {*BOOSH!*} {*BOOSH!*} {*BOOSH!*} {*BOOSH!*}
    (What was that?) Pet Shop Boys
    So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
    His corpse was still movin’ but his ass was rotted
    He kind of smelled a little like Courtney Love
    I figure if I stick him with a fork, he’s done
    So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin’, Christ
    He won’t die, this guy’s like a battered wife
    He’s like Kim; he keeps comin’ back for more
    But he won’t fight back, I cracked his jaw
    Hold up ‘Bis quit foldin’ up!
    Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch!
    DO SOMETHIN’! At least one punchline
    C’mon till the meter reads nine, nine,
    Nine-ty nine percent of my fans are blonde
    ‘Bis c’mon answer me man respond!
    Tell me ’bout the sun rain moon and stars
    Interglacial metaphors from Mars!
    ‘Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs’
    Bite another line from Redman’s song!
    Suddenly the stub from a dead man’s arm
    from a midget reaches out from under the car
    It’s JD, this motherfucker won’t die neither
    Dre starts sprayin’ him with cans of Ether
    We stomped the bitch and then stomped the bitch again
    (Compton!) Detroit bitch talk some shit again!!
    STOMP HIM! (Switch feet!) STOMP HIM! (Switch again!)
    Dre alright he’s dead dog, quit kickin him!
    I think Stanabis jumped off the bridge again (Damn!)
    He disappeared, yo he’s gone, he did it again!”

  • Black Shady

    Ridin Dirty was the only thing poppin bout him

  • LA

    @Pat sorry stan em cannot touch canibus ?not even if he was giving him a massage? lol!

  • Pat

    @Caninitch sucks ballz, all his raps are like reading a textbook, it bores the shit outta me.

  • Pat


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  • Santa

    Chamillionaire’s a cornball. His punchlines had me rollin my eyes

  • Wow….Chamillionaire post with comments about canibus and eminem… smh
    welll my two cents- Cham killed it.
    Eminem>Canibus. Please be serious. If you are a true music fan you would see that Canibus can not even sit in the same studio as Eminem.



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  • its aight…

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  • james

    CANIBUS>EMINEM No hate the truth hurt.