New Music: Chamillionaire “All Of The Lights (Freestyle)”
March 24, 2011 @ 9:33 PM EDT
News
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.
no chammilionaire just no!
TIRED OF THIS NIGGA ALREADY… DAMN!!
TERRIBLE
That nigga Cham took a shot at the New comers……..wiz,wale,tlyer etc
click on my name and fuck with a nigga
PENNY BAGS GANG
Yesssss chamillionaire can’t wait mix tape messiah
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
Lmaoo he killed this shit y’all niggas is hoes this is easily the best version of this song
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
EVERYONE PLEASE CHECKOUT MY MUSIC
http://www.youtube.com/user/ShakielF3?feature=mhum
VEMON???
dis go hard
nice
This faggot need to stop posting Poet Laurette lyrics all over the place.
^Canibus dumb fuck>eminem
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
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.
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!)
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
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
plane
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
it
Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don’t blame you, i wouldn’t let hailie listen to me neither
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!
I’ll admit he’s a decent lyricist but his flow is the exact same on every song. gets annoying.
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
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
“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!”
Ridin Dirty was the only thing poppin bout him
@Pat sorry stan em cannot touch canibus ?not even if he was giving him a massage? lol!
@Caninitch sucks ballz, all his raps are like reading a textbook, it bores the shit outta me.
*@LA
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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…
COOOPAAAA
CANIBUS>EMINEM No hate the truth hurt.