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CANIBUS lyrics : "Dr C Phd"

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40
a molecular archceogenetic laboratory
that can !@#^yze complex poetry data for me

even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary
I frog leap over awful beats
then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s

to determine the age of anything ever made
regardless of how the outside surface has changed
I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain

with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames
with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal
viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull

let's have a dictionary duel after school
check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room
so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth

if you ain't got this album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the pale background of the moon

toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and booms
got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood

mother$#&@er you didn't win 'cause I can't lose
give the fans the chance to choose, $#&@ you
who's the illest, who's it really up to

rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier
tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire
till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up

'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar
disaster for hire over beats by pious
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger

in my iris, Canibus is a fighter
mother$#&@er, my greatgrandfather was Irish
let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson

give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man
put a thousand on me, put one on him
i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim

yo I soak that %#@! and coat that %#@! in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off
call Detroit's Mafia Boss

tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls
Drop him off by Niagra Falls
write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws

nobody disrespects lyrical law
I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was
training like a grunt face down in the mud

with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you wonder where I am right now
I'm probably somewhere on the microphone $#&@ing it up

dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine
spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time

vocal wit

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