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CANIBUS lyrics : ""C" Section"

[Chorus]
This is the C section
Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven

This is the C section
A lyrical legend second to none in this profession


[Canibus]
I spit it exquisite
And rip it minute by minute

I'm in it to win it
You $#&@in rhyme with bis you finished
Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist

With a senator minister from the executive senate
Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods
Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing

Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors
Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in
Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven

Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it
For an expensive percentage
With nine tenths of the credit

Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage
I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors
In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter

This is art imitating life imitating art
Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk
Idealistically I spit for free

The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me
Challenges me
E A six speed prowlers

Superior air power
Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless
Spittin rhymes out by the thousands

Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit
Attitude cynicism and lassitude
Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool

Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son
Your children disappear from a trition
Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it

Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin
You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions
With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers

Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar
And rock it like thugs who work for mic club
Hyped up and tear the mic up my man

Move forward as expeditiously as I can
Ain't nobody in the world like Bis
The nitrous with radio telescopic devices

Same type %#@!
Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American
Lyricist turned microphone terrorist

Airlift me off the front line to my therapist
So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this
This is what they want this is what they love

To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs
While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers
With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris

Theories of super-lattice and super-savage
Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas (*##$
The farther I climb the harder I rhyme

You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive
The quality of life is an illusion of the mind
Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side

According to the science of the C-section applied
If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised
I C-section the sky let my energy rise

At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time
As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived
The only drawback is that I didn't have kids

To C-section my beautiful whiz
And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his
Who knows what the future will bring

It stresses me to think
This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important
Now I gotta follow orders defend borders

From Maine to California Seattle to Florida
If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her
I'd speak to her about my passions
As the hourglasses turn my life passes
I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him

Forget it that's the future this is the present
A message to anybody listenin to the C section

[Chorus] [x2]

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