Canibus - Cenoir Studies 02 lyrics

[Canibus]

Yo the artists come and go, so does the show

So does the dough, nothin lasts forever you know

It's all about the experience and what you take from it

What you learn in the process, what you make of it

Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I loved it

Shoulda packed a parachute for the plummet

Now I'm opening these clips crawlin through mud pits

With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget

Hundred rifles itself, handcuff Bert Reynolds

To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh

Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays

And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings and money

23 hours a day I study

Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay teletubies

Dreams keep my alive you can't take em from me

The battlefield is bloody, mean, and ugly

My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me

Tryin to bust me cuz I swore I'd defend my country

If I could choose between being lucky and having money

Nothing negative could ever touch me

What must be is ultimately not up to me

But I sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me

Pin my medals upon my chest

So I could left-right-left in a certain death

God's speed and God bless

In the end I hope God is impressed if I'm put to rest

I did what I came to do, no time left

Say my name out the blue cuz I rhyme it the best

Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh

You could come and download every rhyme that I spit

You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip

None of those rhymes is on the album bitch

It's a storage facility where I keep my shit

For the students in the class that wanna peep my shit

Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my shit

You don't wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit

Drink my piss, you could never compete like this

I'ma give you an example how deep I get

Technology not available for purchase

My brains collects, stores, and converts million bar verses

At a stand-off distance of a thousand feet

I illuminate the target and pound em to sleep

To within one micro-inch if you out in the street

I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat

Dial-up to your network and make your files delete

Count to three, listen to you browse a beat

Too late, foot already stepped in the feces

Dr. Norton's too sick to help your PCs

Virtually I make your virtual memory freeze

With a weapon of mass destruction double you MD's

I'm a TMC trouble to MCs

Destroy colonies with UCAVs

I send in no less than twenty 18s

Wipe you out before I even get to the beach

With my Trans-atmospheric space based mirrors

Can you write that out without typographical error?

Dumb fucks I'm the best ever whatever

Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter

From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens

I bomb y'all wit lyrics of flesh shredders and petters forever

As a spitter I'm still tougher than leather

I had to go underground to get over the pressure

Battle rap from the Renaissance multi-megawatt

Bury you beneath the bedrock on the bed of rocks

I could never get bored

I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin killer chorus

Copenhaven curriculum of metaphors

Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saul

The System of A Down song number 14

I see aerials in the sky when I dream

The end is near I wish it would hurry up

I feel nano-bacteria burning me up

Before I explain in detail

You should examine the Mahr's mineral samples under my nails

Sometimes I wonder who's listening

The auditory Pavlovian conditioning's so sickening

My adenine, guanine, cytosine,

And thymine is really what makes my rhyme supreme

Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing

You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, that's a lotta ink

Eventually all of my albums'll be out of print

There'll be a clone for every style I invent

For every line I rhyme intense

For all the time I spent, every word I spit since 96

If you could input at a hundred

I could output way above it, if we in public, I double it

Put this on your study list and go study, bitch

Basically quoting Hammer you "can't touch this"

I'm too assertive and alert for what its worth

My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed

Class Dismissed

Cenoir Studies from Canibus

[Outro]

There is something mystical, but it's not RARE

and nobody should treat it as though this is something special

that writer's do... anybody--anybody born physically able in the brain

can sit down and begin to write something and discover

that there are depths in her soul or his soul that are untapped