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		Yo OMB, this another one of Cannibus's freestyles... 
 
Now when you see that big ass "C", you know I'm comin through, 
And when you know I'm comin through, you know what I'm a do. 
I neva said the battle of me would be impossible 
I just think its highly muthafuckin improvable. 
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules to subatomic particles 
strong enough to stop a bull. 
Body slamin two Oxen, drop a mule, 
urinatin rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tools 
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours 
I can kick a rhyme longer than your whole album 
The kickboxer, beatin the shit out of niggas proper 
I beat em till they holler, beat em till the cops come 
Beatin niggas until they have siezures. beat them till they start screamin 
like fax machines when they start reciev'n 
Beat em till my own hands start bleedin, 
Beat em till they lungs stop breathin and they heart stop beatin 
From twelve am to twelve pm in the evening 
wit 3, 15 minutes breaks in between them 
Good Jesus! Thats a real western beatin 
Thats what you get for fuckin wit this lyrical demon.... 
 
Wow, hot shit right there. Thats better than a lot of niggas prewrites, let alone a freestyle... 
		
	
		
		
		
		
			
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