Royal Flush Freestyle

[Intro] [Royce talking]:

Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches.

[Verse One] [Canibus]:

Bar Exam 2

I landslide you to lava below

Gotta stance nigga flow

How bars? How far can you go?

Only as far as the mind

Canibus and Royce 5'9"

Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme

A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC

I told him, "Be careful who you be."

He said, "I'ma just be me."

I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean."

Look at the manifest list

It got my name down

A bald head for the cool crown

How you like me now?

I terrorize rap music

What manner of creature could do this?

Canibus stupid

Retarded, autistic artists

You click, perfects target

Staff Sargent Canibus talkin'

I would not let off the gas

Traverse it through San Stone's past

The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask

[Verse Two] [Elzhi]:

I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens

Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans

You're the definition of what "joke" mean

I'm star status

Like glowin' lights throughout the far stratos-

-Phere, it's clear who repertoire that is

Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price

My cheese outgrew mice

I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm seein' you twice

The lead pacer

Been makin' moves like Speed Racer

Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer

Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose

I could fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost

Pee on peons beyond eons

Till there's neon Klingons

Close encounter of the three kinds

You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all

And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul

I could give a fuck

Got a flow to leave a river stuck

You hear deep it lines ? ? ? ?

[Verse Three] [Royce Da 5'9"]:

Osama McCain, you climb in this ring

I'm rhyming with Obama the king

End up on the bottom of the things

Living inside of ominous springs

I'm in a dream

I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings

That means I'm ill sick

And plus I'm real bitch

I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith

Cause I'm drunk but flier

I'm the superhero minus all the chump attire

And I bleed hardly

Tell your idol his times up

And he's Barbie/barbe-

-Cue, Every rhyme lined up like Steve Harvey's do

From the pies to the brick man

Niggas couldn't follow in my steps unless I died in some quicksand

So come and see a nigga burn a show

And give me a hand before I give you the fist like a germaphobia

And you probably too scary to scuffle

If you ain't hit a nigga until you buried your knuckles

I got a hundred round drum

I shoot the first 30 to kill everybody that trash your hook up

Category blast the butcher

Empty the clip just to make that 70 Show like Ashton Kutcher

Nigga you at war with sharks the government team

Will leave you airless/heirless like Jordan Sparks or a motherless queen

We put it on y'all

Tape a niggas phone call

Sell it to the net for a phone card

Then use it to phone y'all mommas

I throw you niggas a bone

And then I bury the drama in a bone yard

The flows in prime

I got more plastic on me than all of Hugh Heffner's hoes combined

My niggas got GT's and shit

Yeah I know many coopers

While you niggas rolling around in the mini coopers

I'm the shit for real

Y'all niggas mini poopers

Drunk, wildin, committin' Vodka and Henny bloopers

Who could

Give a nigga the snoop foot?

Stretch him out on the floor like the Manute look

You shook

Nigga I'm like the crew cook

I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book

With an appetite for destruction with the greed stigma

Explains my past and adds to my enigma

If it's digital or analog

Bar Exam 2 is the present

The distributor is Santa Claus