Godson101
07-24-2003, 02:29 PM
Yo, why is the ripper so ill? That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal
He said one of these days all eyes would be on me, when they look up in the sky and see the neon C
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more than 10 centuries, impressions and memories, the first time machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed, he believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought Steven J. Gould was cooler and he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time, that he would never take it out his archives
He wrote 2 songs per day, and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan digital sky survey, he got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day, it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays, with deferred pay, undeterred by the word shame
Public humiliation was the worst pain, he was spinning out of control like a class 5 hurricane
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same, especially when theres nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it, he spit til his toungue was too torched to taste it
Properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations, to extract the information
They found it utterly amazing, they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him, cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language with sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS, in a fire-proof pod, we thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock, he apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds, so many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time, and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes:
"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 than 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 of 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 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 rhyming until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better", even though it sort of irked 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 and 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
I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers stomp, where you get conceited from?
Im so nice on the mic they wanna beat me up, its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff, theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but im stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone, and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own, liberty to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram and become Cani-millenia man
Grave my back with the emperor's stamp, been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam, and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every lawyer has an axe to bury, but he has to learn to disearn between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane, its suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain, control of the plane but went up in a ball of flames, and got banned from the hip hop hall of fame
For 2 bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again it cost me everything
Im convinced now that more than truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes, but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view I think its to late, Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception in the movement in any direction as progression
Even though the potency of it lessens, big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store, ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr, the Son of God, Edward Lawrence and Leo Salade
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob, to the right full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?, thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to do
Dialysies and analysies of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself cant believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me, or why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes, Canibus why dont you speak to me?
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me, thats why I said it so vehemently
You need to place the hate with respect, im prolly the best yet
POET LAUREATE!!!!!!!!!!!
He said one of these days all eyes would be on me, when they look up in the sky and see the neon C
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more than 10 centuries, impressions and memories, the first time machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed, he believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought Steven J. Gould was cooler and he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time, that he would never take it out his archives
He wrote 2 songs per day, and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan digital sky survey, he got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day, it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays, with deferred pay, undeterred by the word shame
Public humiliation was the worst pain, he was spinning out of control like a class 5 hurricane
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same, especially when theres nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it, he spit til his toungue was too torched to taste it
Properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations, to extract the information
They found it utterly amazing, they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him, cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language with sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS, in a fire-proof pod, we thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock, he apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds, so many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time, and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes:
"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 than 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 of 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 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 rhyming until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better", even though it sort of irked 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 and 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
I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers stomp, where you get conceited from?
Im so nice on the mic they wanna beat me up, its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff, theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but im stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone, and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own, liberty to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram and become Cani-millenia man
Grave my back with the emperor's stamp, been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam, and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every lawyer has an axe to bury, but he has to learn to disearn between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane, its suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain, control of the plane but went up in a ball of flames, and got banned from the hip hop hall of fame
For 2 bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again it cost me everything
Im convinced now that more than truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes, but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view I think its to late, Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception in the movement in any direction as progression
Even though the potency of it lessens, big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store, ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr, the Son of God, Edward Lawrence and Leo Salade
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob, to the right full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?, thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to do
Dialysies and analysies of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself cant believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me, or why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes, Canibus why dont you speak to me?
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me, thats why I said it so vehemently
You need to place the hate with respect, im prolly the best yet
POET LAUREATE!!!!!!!!!!!