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poet laureate infinity (layer 1) - canibus lyrics

[vocal layer 1: canibus]
i got bored with 4 beats to the measure
professor speech compressor terminated his tenure to explore more rewarding adventure
take a closer look at the bars
you’ll see i’m not behind them or in front of them, i’m one of them
started with a 100, the game spit 3, i said, “f*ck it
i’ma have to show these n*ggas something”
too easy, who’d believe me if i said that it wasn’t?
the rhyme is a weapon, i bust it, the brotherhood got me covered
op orders with coordinates where to drop mortars
i drive forward, sandstorms make my eyes water
skull is a submarine hull
dolphin phones screen calls from places as far away as a.g.c.r
the rhymes are raw, deeper than yours
you crawled before you walked but didn’t think about your thoughts before you talked
we spit for sport, i won you lost
but you paid them off to nail my corpse to a cross
this is ‘the greatest rhyme of all time’ supposedly
1000 bars it will probably always be
mentally top heavy, not many can rock with me
hip hop could not bench me so they plot to suspend me
i said, “n0body benefits, everyone perishes”
i tell them this, they say, “here, it’s time for your medicine”
imagine being fined over a rhyme for stepping over the line
when i inspired hova and nas
i listened to ’44 4’s’ 22 times
‘i gave you power’, god stop my heart if i’m lying
you like red or white wine? let’s talk about it, i’m buying
let’s talk about the children of zion, excuse me if i start crying
the art of rhyming? i’ve mastered it certainly, surely
i’ll celebrate capturing it for my taxidermy
from the streets of new jersey to germany
to the jungles of angola where most the meat poachers heard of me
the ice truck k!ller will be observing me perform surgery
ritual widow murder, searching for her urgently
mix the blood so it don’t coagulate
the s*x magik won’t work if the b*tch m*st*rbates
i put her on cloud 9, look at her face
a cumulus lenticularis, a capsule in sp*ce
you will become acquainted with my cryptic language
and my mystic manners, rip spit bananas
systematic global geographic systemic neosynapsis
reload the graphics, notice i spit it rapid
advanced step in innovative mobility
most mcs try to clone me lyrically
my cell chemistry is a mirror of who i am physically
but my true symmetry is energy
the will of claude ashur
the sk!ll of germaine father author poor pauper pastor, more than a rapper
my body is a human machine, my dreams filter in between
just wait until i build my machine
k!ll you with weed vapour, then a taser, then a laser
then a maser, then a phaser, then something they call scalar
that is not dead which can eternally lie
and with strange aeons even death may die
but why? coup de grâce for the coup d’état
in a manmade lodge the moon rays replace god
i think i’ve had about enough of your tough talk
come over here take my cuffs off, i promise you we’ll just talk
no biting allowed, just bark, don’t run, just walk
battle rap — there is no such art
emotion manifests thought, thought manifests words, actions and reality
this is not fantasy
if you question me, you will be detained indefinitely
your name will be added to the blacklist registry
i’m a scruffy old man with bl**dy cold hands
on my arm is a tattoo of a sully old brand
if i am not myself, then how would i be?
if i do not look, tell me how will i see?
the law of attraction is attracted to me
the laws of poetry in action is practiced quite actively
i look at my face more than anybody else
i still can’t recognize myself
i don’t need anybody but myself
when i’m rhyming like this i don’t need no help
but, thank you for your purchase, these verses have perennial purpose
but on the other hand these rappers are worthless
at least from my interconnected introspective perspective
the more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence
you are lazy, you wanna be the best, you crazy
the best train every day of the week
my lyricism amplifies every letter written
rip the jacker spitting inside zero vector systems
brain waves reveal high yield e&d fields
chew mcs like i’m eating a meal
a bunch of fake n*ggas tryna keep it pseudo real
a bunch of fake king midas’ with fools gold grills
my microphone was found where the mayan sun stone was
the period of purification in my poems
mad max beyond thunderdome under red rock
it’s no use if you can’t use what you got
buried in a mass grave covered in bones
my cell phone number’s placed on their tombstones
your girl gertrude promised me her servitude
she better do it, i don’t wanna have to hurt you dude
i eat from the same portion as you
just in case you try to poison my food but i want you to
a deer hunter all year if i could spare summers
f*cking your wh0re of a mother in front of her queer husband
wide lens, wide mattress, she’s an actress
this is monster ball practice, i’m big billy bob black angus
you and i can sit and look at each other
tossing knowledge back and forth like we was throwing books at each other
i don’t care if we’re not the same colour, n*gga i’m your brother
i don’t care what you say n*gga, you a n*gga lover
all cultures come from one mind
the universe is not far behind — waves, bars and rhymes
motivated by the stars that shine
only lower density lifeforms get lost in time
i don’t care if i make history, i wanna be a part of infinity
look at what your sun god did to me
i am energy, i am he spiritually and mentally
the fools who threw away my jewels offended me
as we walk through the archived files of all styles
the east wing isle goes on for five miles
more rappers than fans, more fans wrapped in vans
hip hop will continue to expand
poets should be rappers, rappers should be lyricists
the current industry model collapse imminent
this is hollywood hip hop
celebrities adopt little snot nosed bugaboos from off the block
larry king live, earthquake right outside
i looked that squarely shouldered man square in his eye
poetically paralyzing, where are you? are you hiding?
no! i am sandbag diving
do not evade question
please explain to your viewers how there are sp*ce weapons bigger than zeppelins
how is it so? tell the people, they need to know
and if you don’t think so, you’re a talk show ho
the grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup, stoned as f*ck
who could tell me that this poem is luck
you say i’m crazy, i say “so, tell me something i don’t know
something my psyche profile doesn’t show”
i don’t have all the answers, i am not in the know
i can only see what is above and only from below
the substratum of reality through the thick cloud canopy
how can it be canibus? answer me!
i approached the podium and delivered my encomium
n0body applauded the atmosphere was ominous
they feared i would spit, they don’t like when i bust
the mucus dried up to a pear like crust
from a very cold place called faraday base
right next to the south pole’s longest ice strait
food supply low, they speak of going above ground to find mo’
i cry out, “no, do not go!
where the f*ck are you going?
400mph wind belts blowing, think for a moment
we got to wait it out, that’s what the training’s about
we have to survive, that’s what germaine is about”
arctic geography is conducive to astronomy
and the study of celestial bodies, follow me
the sheer size of the academia implied by the rhymes
lead them to believe i was lying
i blasted through the limestone with water mixed with a dissolver
then i signalled the remaining cave crawlers
dig a hole for the collateral carnage, battle the hardest
take out hip hop’s trash and garbage
tunnel boring and jacking, water main tapping
i sat there drafting a new drainage plan, laughing
tough, pliable, relatively reliable
the vocation of this undertaking is very viable
my lyrical is chemical radioactive residue
i can’t rest until i accomplish what i was sent to do
the gross oversimplication of a jamaican
in a bas*m*nt tracing over diagrams for a tape deck
that evolved into a sp*ceship that hasn’t been made yet
’cause i haven’t been paid yet, not even one pay check
i walked through the valley of humiliation
but hip hop started hating, i tried to save them, they wasn’t patient
responsibility entrusted
there’s only one way for me to prove that i love it, that’s why i’m busting
if you pursue revenge, dig many graves
be sure to add your name to the list that you’ve made
musically still producing, i got a couple new things cocooning
but poet laureate’s my new sh*t
distinguished english and sophisticated senses
in sync with the talisman i received from the temptress
with these lyrics i consecrate the spirit
whenever i spit it, concentrate you can hear it
i’ve almost perfected this, i’m one word away from excellence
when i find it i’ll begin testing it
the phenomenal beast, astronomer priest
when the poles shift the sun will not rise from the east
wilder than the wilderness, i’m ’bout to show you
who wildebeest williams is, you better be filming this
a blast so cataclysmic, it warps the time and sp*ce within it
the hours become minutes, the minutes become infinite lyrics
poet laureate spit from the spirit, from the sirius star system
to observe the gods
my thoughts graduated to the stars to infinity, listen to the bars
the kapellmeister in the battle grinder created by king osiris
my psychic wall larger than china’s
the thirst to rhyme at first hurts like a laborious childbirth
and sounds like chinese fireworks
several million years into the past
the primitive future in a world without oil and gas
focus on two standards when assessing the threat
number 1 is capacity, number 2 is intent
the flood was not an obstacle
i made a raft out of empty milk gallon bottles for survival
always remember, meet me in denver
colorado springs in the vandenberg welcome center
four and a half foot beings with big black eyes
try to trap me and extract my rhymes all the time
i perform a requiem on the eve before hip hop ends
and make amends on behalf of my friends
canibus grab the mic like an energized amulet
then spit a rap that you can’t forget
oprah winfrey don’t like rap
all i got to say about that is she probably don’t like black
i don’t blame her, she don’t understand it’s only entertainment
she probably wouldn’t feel different if she wasn’t famous
she traded places and her opinions started changing
as randolph and mortimer increased her wages
that alone could make a person racist, if not racist with colour?
then material wise how we treat each other
the head of a lion, the legs of an eagle
the wings of a dragon, not the sigil, this is for real though
i sit down and think, when i write i can smell the ink
i bow before the desert wall of the sphinx
the ideas have come from god, even i’m stunned
1000 bars from the real iron lungs
i heard hip hop was dead, that’s not fair
who i talk to? go he there, nasir
poet laureate infinity
i will forever be the illest lyrically
poet laureate infinity
poet laureate infinity
poet laureate infinity
this has never been done before in history

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