Canibus - Rip The Jacker (2003) by Canibus (보컬) on maniadb.com

Hey, this is Steve Harvey
And I want to thank this brother
For inviting me to be a part of this project
Preacher's Son, Vol.1

And it is music the way I love music
It is soothing, it is grooving
It is the truth, it's old, it's new
It's for everybody

Kinda reminds me of when you
And your mamma used to sit around
And listen to the same songs
This is one of the cool soldiers of hip-hop
My man, Wyclef Jean, do your thang

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Genabis
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:12

(Intro: Canibus)
Genabis,
This is Genabis,
Remember this,

(Canibus)
In the beginning I discovered wordplay,
I experimented with some syllables from the first to the third day
On the fourth, I searched for the words to say,
How to compress complex verbiage in the least amount of space,
I was perfect at it and mastered the tactic,
On the fifth day I decided I would combine it with mathematics,
On the sixth day I became a fanatic,
And I couldn't kick the habit, I would just look in the mirror and practice,
On the seventh cycle I had to take the day off,
I was exhausted, I guessed my work would never pay off,
But if it happened to Him, it could happen to me,
And if it happened to me it was destined to be,

(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus,
There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch,
I read the Cosmos, what God wrote, predicted as much,
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,


(Canibus)
They backslide back to church and call the minister's bluff,
They'd rather remain unenlightened than listen to ‘Bus,
I blew the fuck up, even though it was short and abrupt,
I was the first rapper to ever close orbit the Sun,
One small step for man, one huge step for mankind,
I am the Red Giant of rhymes,
Solar deflectors incinerate you whole in one second,
Flow is untested, those that I've threatened fold under pressure,
At one hundred and twenty beta cycles,
High volts ignite your eyeballs until you see the fire in front of you,
Optic codes and rods melt one at a time until you realize you're in Hell,
Rip the Jacker's not done with you,
I terrorize the rap community with impunity,
Blow you to pieces and move elusively through the debris,
What my enemies want to do to me is old news to me,
Those in pursuit of me will never get through to me,

(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus,
There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch,
I read the 'Cosmos', what God wrote, predicted as much,
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,


(Canibus)
First rapper to speak over beats dogmatically,
Mixed with Elizabethan drama and tragedy,
My motto is to dress casually and live lavishly,
Look at the Victorian tapestry in back of me,
Notice the post-Renaissance pictures I drew,
Hand sketched drawings of the deserts in Nazca, Peru,
The following audio propagates the possible truth,
To prove I'm the illest so the choice is not up to you,
See, the standard ideological definition of a rap model
puts Canibus in scholarly periodicals,
The article is substantially impressive,
More than a message, a working thesis from several different perspectives,
The Rosetta Stone of sentences for rap music's tentative,
Entered Apprentices this is Genabis,
The Rosetta Stone of sentences for rap music's tentative,
Entered Apprentices this is Genabis,

(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Yo, Genabis, Exobus, Levitibus,
There ain't a mic on this planet I'm restricted to touch,
I read the ‘Cosmos', what God wrote predicted as much,
The inhabitants lack faith but resistance is tough,

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Levitibus
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:00

(Canibus)
I harness the power of the Chakra,
Remote viewing into darkness, describing what I see in the process,
Are stone statues surrounded by Neolithic objects
Geoglyphs on the Pampa,
A dose of propylamine makes it feel like a dream,
The dream state is the playground for the supreme,
Critics attempt to follow a trend, today they call me a charlatan,
But tomorrow I will be the God of men,
To create a universe all I need
is one thousand trillion, trillion degrees,
Sodium 22, betatrons and a cloud chamber,
Keep the noise down so I don't arouse my neighbours,
Got a message from ‘The Falcon and the Snowman',
In an unopened Coca-Cola can,
Show the whole plan in coded program,
Encrypted by a ProScan, modem with a low-band, hold up, let me load it in

(Canibus)
I was created by intelligent design,
You are merely a descendant of the unmodified,
You diss me out of pride,
But when you're finished talking about money and bitches you're simply out of rhymes,
Even my worst album was sublime,
If I don't slow down I'll distort the timeline,
Back through the time tunnel to a ‘100 Bars' again,
A master like the honourable Earl of Caernarfon,
The grand architect,
Used to be a partisan to Lamarckism theory but I lost the bet,
No regrets, you live and you learn,
I'm through giving advice, I just give concern,
Sterilize my hands to prevent catching the germs,
And try to rebuild all the bridges I've burned,
I prefer modesty over controversy,
But what am I to do when these jerks keep bothering me,
Jealous because they can't rhyme like me,
And they never had a scientific mind like me

(Canibus)
I'm above average with verbal semantics,
The Aurora Borealis in the form of a rap ballad,
They look at me like, "Poor bastard,
Why can't you manipulate Billboard with all your metaphor magic?”
No matter how hard I practiced,
Every microphone I saw, I grabbed it, obviously that's the wrong tactic,
I went through a long period of mourning and sadness,
When I wrote that Stan shit,
But if you want to hear some hardcore Canibus just say so,
And I'll come out the egg roll with seven Dead Scrolls,
If you can find a better flow,
Then I can find a dinosaur on the Galapagos archipelago,
Hey, you shouldn't fall for the naivete,
Lyrically I'm the illest when my beats is okay,
Food for thought, nutrition for the whole brain,
Keep your neurotransmitters warm on a cold day,
I'm ahead of my time, or so they say,
I guess that's why I already feel old and grey,
Okay, that's enough knowledge for today, I'm killing them,
You better not forget it ‘cause this is Levitibus

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: M-Sea-Cresy
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:50

(Canibus)
Out of the Umbilicus Mundi,
This is lyrical lunacy from a human being to speak so fluently,
Bars of poetry without precedence, complete par excellence,
Listen to the 'Levitibus' testament,
To understand me you need help,
You've got to see the film ‘The Day After Trinity' written by Jon Else,
To understand that, you must know thyself,
You should keep listening 'cause Canibus' flow might help

(Canibus)
To find the answers that we didn't know,
Maybe Edgar Allen Poe's description of El Dorado is not so,
See, the reason there's no light at the end of the tunnel,
Is ‘cause we're really not in a tunnel we're trapped in a bubble,
The government hierarchy and the dregs of society,
Can you explain why you believe Hell is fiery?
We're suffering from symptoms of drapetomania,
Slavery isn't over it just took a new alias,
The Data Repository establishment and maintenance,
Almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens,
Why write lyrics when I can make a better living,
Selling freeze-dried venom to wildlife clinics,
‘Cause I hate the thought of being a predictable bore,
Once you get used to me you won't love me no more,
The ‘Final Soliloquy of the Internal Paramour',
What are we all to do when rap music is gone?
I hope “God and the imagination are one”,
A golden tongue, can achieve synchronicity with the Sun,
Transcended beyond the flesh and the blood, ‘cause this is level one,
After this album my message is done

(Canibus)
But you can't battle me, so you'd rather embarrass me,
I maintain dignity in the face of calamity,
They reach out their hand to me and talk dishonestly,
But I read through their syntactic structure like Noam Chomsky,
A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers,
I'd rather get some now than get some later,
Take a break from writing rhymes on paper, recondition my character,
Change my nature with seven days of Vipassana,
Let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed,
So famished, in fact, I needed a rest,
To regenerate my mind,
Bless the cornerstone of my rhyme with corn, oil and wine,
Then see the light in a luminous paradigm,
It became more apparent with time,
All I had to do was follow the signs,
To be a better man I need help,
I've just got to find the link between my inner deity and myself

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: No Return
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:53

(Intro: Canibus)
No Return,
No Return,
No Return,
No Return,
There's No Return,
No Return…

(Canibus)
Yo,
Scientists gather in a secret place to debate,
They photographed the earth from space and saw my face,
They tried to translate the innate Asiatic shape,
Before the final earthquakes came but it was too late,
Only one-eighth of the human race escaped to space,
They were chased by flying phenomena to the lunar base,
Flotillas of space centers, lasers probed the entrance,
DNA code sensors reject old genetics,
I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics,
I was injected with sodium pentothal and questioned,
I relayed the message the way I was trained to remember it,
I showed them the keypad code and told them to enter it,
I told them which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive,
He snatched it out of my hand and started depressing it,
I told him detonation was definite if he kept at it,
And he'd never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped,
I bowed my head like, ‘I guess this is it,'
My ears popped, the music stopped, and I couldn't hear shit

(Canibus)
The driver jogged around to the front and opened the door,
He said his name was Muhammed Jamal and he'd be with me ‘til fall,
He said the escort service had called,
And the package would be waiting for me at the Winthorp,
I said thanks, he grabbed my bags fast and put them in the trunk,
Then he ran around to the front, slammed it in gear, pulled off slow,
Winded down his window and asked me if I minded if he smoked,
I said, “No”, we drove off,
Cut my cell-phone off, then I swallowed a tablet of Zoloft,
Went to sleep and woke up feeling kind of lost,
I asked him what the weather's been like lately,
He said he doesn't mind the heater and hates the A/C,
He said he had a son who was eighteen and made beats,
And I happened to be his favourite emcee, I said, “For real? That's crazy!
I'll meet him later. Yo Jamal, could you please do me a favor?
When we get to the corner, stop at the bodega,”
Hopped out the car, walked inside,
The store stereo was playing Feliz Navidad,
Got a pack of condoms and walked to the back of the line,
There was three Taliban that were talking very loud,
One reached in his backside and pulled out a Berretta gun,
The last word I heard myself say was a four-letter one,
He looked me in the eyes and said, “The drama's never done.”
‘Cause there's no return,
No return

(Canibus)
I heard the ring tone of the red phone,
Headquarters informed us there was an explosion in the Red Zone,
We were ordered to get ready to go,
And to get into our bio-weapons protective gear and clothes,
I rode shotgun, my partner Ramirez drove,
G.P.S. control gave us coordinates where to go,
As soon as we got there I could feel the hot air,
For a second I stopped and stared, there was cops everywhere,
I told them, “We need to get a square perimeter clear,
We've got an hour ‘til nightfall, so light some flares,”
I said a twenty-second prayer then ran to the second tier,
The lifter was there, then I waved my hands up in the air,
To signal that it was clear before I ran upstairs,
I could barely see smoke was so thick in the air,
I was visually impaired and started to get scared,
I heard a woman scream, “Help!” but I didn't know where,
I started screaming back, “I'm not going to leave you here!”
Saying to myself, damn it's hard to breathe in here,
Searched the rooms one by one, like fuck my lungs,
Ramirez said, “The fire truck got stuck by the front,”
I crawled all the way through the foyer to the end of the hallway,
And seen her on the floor next to the doorway,
I was half-unconscious, but I just ignored the pain,
Helped her to her feet and she had her arm in a brace,
All this tar-like black stuff was all on her face,
I radioed Ramirez coughing and tried to explain,
I heard him say something to me like, “It's all in flames!”
There was ceiling debris falling all over the place,
I looked her in the eye, she looked into mine, it was strange,
Then I blinked for the last time and never saw again.

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Spartibus
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 4:00

(Canibus)
Yeah
This is Spartibus

(Canibus)
You want to spar with ‘Bus? Then let's get started ‘cause
Atomic thrust turn you into cosmic dust
Bomb your borders with Japanese spigot mortars
Recompose your composition to sawdust
Time is breath, breath is life, life is light
Light is no less than capital ‘C' on the mic
Beneath the mirage of night, I'll attack you twice
Prepare the river sacrifice for my ritual rites
Reinforce my habitual likes and dislikes
To diss you on the mic ‘cause I'm sick of the hype
No one's ever written what I write, compare the calligraphy type
Tell me yo, how can I not be nice
The royal semen of Caesar frozen in a cryo-freezer
On sale for seven figures per millimetre
Lethally illegal, I speak to the people
In the form of an eagle on top of the Thebes Cathedral
With boundless knowledge, like hairless Dalai Lamas
With linen garments neatly wrapped around armpits
With monasteries in the mountains
Trumpets have already sounded, you can't denounce my crown, bitch

(Canibus)
The game is Chinese chess
Countless issues need to be addressed before the East nukes the West
Totalitarianistic cause and effect
Run the words through a decompressor, recompress the depth
Canibus is the most explosive next to meth
The inconsistency of the text makes me complex
Pay attention to ‘Bis, my intention is this
Leave you spatially adrift, suspended in the abyss
Marijuana plant owners smell my aroma
Contract sycosis sarcoma and retinoblastoma
Confederate federal General Lee electric general
FCC omni-directional antenna poles
IFF, identification, friend or foe
This area's restricted, don't let him through
He'll mock your style
Rock you to the ground with the bite force of a Sarcosuchus crocodile
Travel a fiber optic mile before you can smile
So don't ask me why and don't ask how

(Canibus)
‘Til I'm impressed with the print, I can hear a pin drop like Sprint
Once it blends I can stop right then
Quantum coupling mechanisms and technical shit
Confuses you, but I don't think you're any less if it did
Just define what is poetry and what is rap
I'll demonstrate how to effectively bridge the gap
The answer is simple in fact
If the protons don't attack the retina, all we'd ever see is black
No ability, no extra-ocular motility
Silly emcees can't see me lyrically or visually
They'll never be better than me
I'll triple team them with the Trinity severed in three and give them nine enemies
Climb back to periscope depth in two hours, Surrender and throw in the towel
The amalgam of the ultimate album, this is Spartibus power

*Rakim samples from Paid in Full's "My Melody"
Any MC that disagree with me just wave your arm (4x)
Now tear it up y'all, and bless the mic for the gods

(Canibus)
I transmit images over the distance
Using the inflation premise of ten to the minus thirty-two seconds
Back to the Canibus Era, my eponym is apparent
Those who hear my efforts got to give me the merit
Off lyrics alone I'm a legend
But I can't take credit, the English language was not my invention
It's the way I put it together
The incorrect English editor, can't nobody ever do it better
People forget but the history will remember
I pled guilty to the charge and accepted the sentence
Let the records show I resisted under the pressure
My short but precise endeavour to raise the measure

(Canibus)
Hip-hop forever, that's what I see when I look in the mirror
Regardless of whether I'm not a bestseller
I'm a first class spitter, the literal literature ripper
Painting pictures for intelligent listeners
From any and all dispositions
The fusion of what's written creates a vision called Canibusism
The intellectual division of science and religion
People waste their momentum trying to defend it
All I do is put it to ink, then put it to print
See what you think, maybe I should speak to a shrink
I could fix the way they look at the world
They read all these books in a barrel but they can't think for themselves
Self-contained, I'm all balls, belts and brains
Must be strong because no one ever helps Germaine

(Canibus)
Observe the whole world's pain, and tell me you ain't tired of praying
The Catholic faith will never be the same
You can be put in chains because you've got a Muslim name
Sent to Guantanamo Bay and tortured for days
Man, I'd rather buy some land and grow an orchard of grapes
Drink vegetable-juice and stay away form steaks and shakes and snakes
These rats in the corporate race is fakes
Nobody ever gives you what they didn't already take
Invest away? You'll be broke ‘til you break
Man, you learned to pick a lock, you want to open the gate
I mimic haters like flight simulators in air bases
Recovered from an inverted spin and now I'm famous
Those who respond to Rip the Jacker with hate
Show poor taste and only exacerbate their fate
MicClub.net, get it right
Motherfucker, get it right and get a mic

(Canibus)
This is Showtime at the Gallows
Rip the Jacker

(Canibus)
Yo
I dialogue with Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod
And replaces me with a supercomputer automaton
I don't barter for time I'm a martyr to rhymes
And a selfless soldier with pride that was ordered to die
A burning star in the sky, my heart is warped with a drive
Expressing thoughts through a rhyme, my metaphors are alive
It's like I've been crucified, they 'Hate Me Now' like Nas
They punctured me through my side, the bleeding was cauterized
I was revived after I died
Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god
It had mired up my mind and showed me a sign
I fell off the ocean liner, someone throw me a line
Let the world know the truth but it became my demise
You know we're even I don't owe you a dime
Sometimes I feel like killing myself, they've stolen my shine
I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time
From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm
How could one diss song possibly last this long?
Tyson ain't the champ no more, them days is gone
And Rip the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when he's wrong

(Canibus)
I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge
And tie the sawed-off's trigger around the doorknob
Call the police squad and tell them I'm in room 1-0-5
And that a dirty bomb's inside
Woke up in the cargo plane
Playing Christy Lane for some entertainment while I train in the misty rain
'One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus' is playing
I'm sitting there praying, you probably can't believe what I'm saying
But the voice in the back of my head keeps saying, "Germaine
This is the real deal, man. This is not a dream. This is not a game
The only sixteen you've got for now on is locked and loaded and in your hand
Deploy and detach on land. You're the man
And the pain is the weakness leaving the body, understand?"
And reload with a full pack. Call COMSAT
Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back, STAT
Insurgence and counter-insurgence, move with a purpose
Absolutely mission critical, you never get nervous
Applicate the shock-tube to the surface
Standby! Blow it! Eyes open with your scope on a terrorist
Tell him to go to Hell in Arabic
Put a bullet through his narrow neck, watch the wall behind him get wet
I'm an animal, I'll murder you and stare at your pets
Get the tape! I know where the surveillance cameras are kept

(Canibus)
If you want a confession, you've got it
You want product give me twenty dollars
You want gossip, I'll give you logic
On any topic, recording the positive data
Rip is the best rapper, go confirm the status
One million page dissertation written on paper
Cheap labour for Pitney Bowe's tree curator
My purification process is greater but thinly tapered
Verbatim, my album is equal to over fifty acres
Can-I-Bus before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch
I've only got to say it once
Let there be light and I write a sentence
The greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis
Back to before Sumerians landed on the canyon
In the Cambrian carrying bacteria with antigens
And nine-foot stone mannequins
The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria
Showtime at the Gallows, the Age of Aquarius
And space harriers, life's last barrier
Showtime at the Gallows!

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Psych Evaluation
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:51

(Canibus)
Yo, some say the pen overpowers the sword
The video camera is just as powerful when it records
Appalling footage of cops breaking the law
Mad at you because of what you saw, now they're breaking your jaw
I've been accused of being internally preoccupied
‘Cause the rhymes talk to me and I talk to the rhymes
Clinically induced impulses reveal what's hidden
Written prescriptions given by qualified clinicians
Lafayette pegboards be spinning on turntables
To determine the motor coordination available
Those able to speak what I spoke repeat my quotes
My systematic treatment approach be deep in their throats
I inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal dose
Of unspeakable dope worse than opium smoke
Well spoken like Washington Post or a Fox News Network host
Scale intelligence like Wechsler Adult[1]
Nonnormative data brain storage matter couldn't capture
A couple of years ago they had to put it on Napster
Resurrect Rip the Jacker to rip these rappers
For every second the clock ticks I'ma attack ya

(Canibus)
The C-A-N dash I dash
B-U-S gets the last laugh before the critical mass
In half the speed of a bulb flash fire will engulf that ass
Into a molehill of charcoal ash
Only to be blown away by a cold draft
Wack emcees got no chance, It's so sad
They ask Canibus, ‘Will you ever run out of things to say?
How much breath can a man breathe in a day?'
Needless to say, I think it's kind of deep in a way
People be like ‘‘Bis is too ill keep him away'
It's a good thing I got patience
I've been waiting here longer than Dr. Levinson's time equations
Trying to figure out what made men, was it the theory of inflation?
Or are we just the product of the ape stem?

(Canibus)
You think because I'm not on a major I can't bust?
And because I come from the ghetto that I can't adjust?
Yeah, my disposition was rough
But it turned me into a quick learner all I need now is some luck
I used to be an undisciplined piece of faecal matter
An underdog rapper but I closed that chapter
I deal with my adaptive difficulty faster
And question my projective technique as a rapper
I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamour
But I can't control Rip the Jacker when he gets amped-up
It doesn't matter we've all got a dark side
A loud mouthed Mau-mau from the apartheid
Yo, you want to earn your respect?
Then come to MicClub.net and see if you can impress the best

Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Cemantics
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:40

(Canibus)
Aight yo
Let's talk about the incredible rap flow
We can have a ‘Dinner for Five' with John Favreau
See, it comes to me natural
One of my integral attributes is to be lyrically tactful
I can prove who's nice and who's not an emcee
Through falsifiable scientific hypotheses
In recent times I find it's never been about the rhymes
The game is very politicized
Those who sympathize with they hearts and minds
Show hatred through the mouth, body language and eyes
Sometimes I say to myself, ‘Why do I even try?'
In spite of whatever happens I'll love it ‘til I die

(Canibus)
If you don't believe in other dimensions, you've been duped
They're the main-ingredients in this cosmic soup
See the mouse? Grab it!
Edit the edges with Avid
Is this the picture of a duck or a rabbit?
You see ass and tits? Welcome to madness
Please try to interpret the following passage
Magneto-hydrodynamic mechanics
Translated into Canibus' language you'll never understand it
It's on when the crowd is cheering me on
Waving their arms like they're doing Falun Gong
Firearms three-quarters of a million troops strong
In a single file line stretched out a mile long
Thermodynamics of the second law
Isolated physical systems lead toward greater disorder
Across the dry desert in the featureless sand
Water is secondary to the meaning of man
I know but I won't tell
It's more to the human race than polymers, proteins and protocells
Chemical evolution
L and D form sub-units
That come from the love of Hip Hop and rap music

(Canibus)
The scourge of the words I attack the Earth with
I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet, what you think?
Confuse my shrink with English the publication refuses to print
My daughter likes blue and my son likes pink, man, give me a drink
What kind of world are we living in? I think it stinks
Whatever life you live it's a quick sighted quiz
If you perceive something to be real, maybe it is
Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez before they go to bed
Send them to school, put them in Special Ed
Reinforce their paranoia of the fed's
Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge
The philosophy of the hard-knocks
Pan-psychics sit on the block and attempt to talk to rocks
In the projects where they harvest the human crop
Organic robots that bleed when they get shot
If you can survive or thrive in the Jamaican ghetto
You deserve the Congressional Medal
My heart goes out to all the young bloods
The heart has reasons the mind knows not of
From the first to the twelfth month
I keep a twelve-pump in the trunk for the day when Hell comes
Was invincible on the mic when I held one
My motto was to blaze all and spare none
"I came, I saw, I conquered": Now there's just an empty void
Mic Club! Come holla at your boy! //

[Intro - James Dickey sample]
Uhh... I don’t understand how a writer would ever get writer's block, so-called. My problem is having too much, and being unable to get it down.

[Verse One]
Yo why’s tha ripper so ill?
That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence fer me ta reveal.
He said, “Onea these days all eyes’ll be on me
when they look up in tha sky n see tha neon C.”
Rhymes inscribed, on a nickel-disk encased
in a glass with a ion beam for longevity.
For more than ten centuries: impressions n memories.
Tha first time-machine inventor will mention me.
Canibus was a visionary indeed;
he believed light could travel in multiples of C.
Tha organic supercomputa that solved tha mysteries
of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulas.
Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was coola,
n he never liked to propagate rumas.
Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked America,
luxury cars, n beautiful Asian broads.
He had a strong mind; he used ta philosophize
about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzais.
He claimed that he had written tha greatest rhyme of all time,
but he would never take it out his archives.
He wrote two songs per day
n was constantly was experimenting wit his wordplay.
In his youth, he did a report on tha Sloan Digital Sky survey;
he got a F but he deserved a A.
I followed his career from tha first day;
it seemed tha lacka support contributed to his inert ways.
I seen him put in 24-hour workdays,
with deferred pay, undeterred by tha word ‘shame’.
Public humiliation was tha worst pain.
He was spinnin outta control like a class-five hurricane.
He said he wouldn’t want anotha emcee ta suffa tha same
especially when there’s nothin ta gain.
He was tha illest alive, but nobody would face it.
He spit til his tongue was too torched ta taste it.
Properly funded corporations carbon-dated
his latest creations, to extract tha information.
They found it utterly amazin. They claimed tha
body of his work was tha same thing as a priceless painting.
Never mattered ta him tha art galleries hated him,
cuz Thomas Kincade called him. Said he would take ten
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 wit an Oppenheimer lock.
He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud.
We were in total awe, cuz it blew our minds;
so many rhymes that were intricately designed.
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
n if you don’t mind I’d like ta share some of his rhymes.

[*instrumental switches*]

[Verse Two]
Alone in my room, lookin through tha 32x telescope zoom,
adjusting tha focusa tha moon. One should not assume
tha philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion.
What is tha maximum field-rate application?
Tha runaway glaciation surroundin tha ocean basin
affects tha population fluctuation
on a continuous basis but that’s jes tha basics.
Tha juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position;
tha precision of something no otha has written,
way above n beyond what was intended.
The unparalleled malleable annunciation of a sentence.
You didn’t go ta college, obviously.
I can tell by ur ungodly unintelligible terminology.
Ur remarkable odyssey. Tha rhyme’s at modest speech
when tha brain orders tha body not ta breathe.
Ur competency is not up ta speed, you not in my league.
You couldn’t possibly be hotta than me,
or oppositely at minus 25 degrees. U'll squeeze
but tha condensation makes rifle barrels freeze.
Allow me ta speak figuratively. Nigga, please.
My intellectual property’s about tha sizea Greece.
Ur counselor advised you not ta speak.
My counselor advised me ta keep rhymin til they stop tha beat.
In tha words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how ta write betta",
even though it sorta irked me.
He said he didn’t understand tha process of the imagination,
but he felt he was at its mercy,
which exploits my point perfectly n certainly rein-
forces tha reason why nobody's prob’ly eva hearda me.
Couldn’t understand what I mean by ill,
lest you try ta translate what I print ta film.
This is tha line of will, tha circle of time,
tha cycle of eternity, tha emergence of one line.
Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied.
Tha personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni.
A wise man sees failure as progress.
A fool divorces his knowledge n misses tha logic
n loses his soul in tha process. I obsess with nonsense
wit a caricature that has no content.
My style is mastaful, multilateral.
I could battle a fool n be nat’rally cruel.
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool.
From my existentialist view, I'm a betta rappa than you.
Grab tha mic n rip ya physical fabric in two.
My attitude is fucked up but admirable.
‘Diff’rent methods interpreted into diff’rent forms
from entirely diff’rent perceptions n seen from diff’rent norms.’
Not just spittin a poem, there’s much more involved.
There’s much more piecesa tha puzzle for you ta solve.
48 orders of mechanical laws n rays of creational cause
enhance tha cadencea my bars. Maybe I am self-absorbed,
but that’s the effect. To find tha cause
you should ask my A&R. Today is what it is,
but only becuz yesterday was what it was, permitted
u’ve hearda Beezlebub.
A tale of demons n drugs, pissy drunk
in tha club with tha DJ doin tha needle rub.
Chances are you neva see me, son.
Yeah, I know my name’s Canibus,
but I can’t help you if you need a dub.

[*instrumental switches*]

[Verse Three]
I came ta holla at some big-booty bitches n listen
ta tha speakers thump. Where you get conceited from?
I’m so nice on tha mic they wanna beat me up;
it’s deep as fuck. I ain’t seen it all but I seen enough.
Really unbelievable stuff.
There’s a lota times when I wanna speak but I'm stuck.
I should leave this rap shit alone
n kick my incredible in rhymes in tha privacya my own home.
My imagination is my own;
tha liberty ta speak freely lyrically on tha microphone.
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion ta tha enneagram
n become "Cani-Millenia Man".
Grave my back with tha emperor's stamp.
Been spittin scientific rap since tha 17th cent’ry began.
Tryin to escape tha wicked empirea Def Jam
in tha land where lyrics are bland n heretics hang.
Ev’ry warrior has a axe ta bury
but he has ta learn to discern between enemy n adversary.
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane,
it’s suicide, it’s controlled flight inta terrain."
I fought ta regain controla tha plane
but went up in a balla flames
n got banned from tha hip-hop halla fame
fa two bars I kept hearin in my head ova n ova again.
It cost me everythang.

[*switches to first instrumental*]

[Verse Four]
I’m convinced now that more than truth is at stake
where people create language that pretends ta communicate.
Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes
but it’s a bi-producta tha ghetto music we make.
From an extroverted point of view, I think it’s too late.
Hip-hop has never been tha same since '88,
since it became a lucrative profession. There’s a misconception
in tha movement in any direction as progression.
Even though tha potency of it lessens,
big money industries writin checks ta suppress tha question,
n nobody gives a fuck no more. No one goes ta tha book store
ever since tha confluence of Moore's Law.
But I stay in the lab like Neils Bohr,
his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, n Leo Szilard.
Lyrically, I took rap music n turned tha knob
ta tha right full throttle n added panache.
Why would I argue wit my own conscience ova tha truth?
That’s like me tellin myself, “Don’t tell me what ta do.”
Dialyses n analyses of battle emcees.
Sometimes I say things I myself can’t believe.
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical,
I can understand how it makes you miserable.
You wonder why I neva let you play ur beats fer me
n why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?
You wonder what’s my infatuation wit Alicia Keys?
"Canibus why don’t you speak ta me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me.
That’s why I said it so vehemently.
You need ta place tha hate wit respect.
I'm prob’ly the best yet, Poet Laureate!

[Outro - James Dickey sample]
Generally I take... I go with tha given, ya know, with what comes ta me over, tha celestial wireless...whenever it comes. You're lucky when you get it.