Dr C Phd – Canibus – letras

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I’m 40a molecular archceogenetic laboratorythat can analyze complex poetry data for meeven if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinaryI frog leap over awful beatsthen I separate rappers by the carbon-14sto determine the age of anything ever maderegardless of how the outside surface has changedI put a curse on your name, bombard your brainwith gamma x-rays till you burst into flameswith the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacalviable style, it’s like trying to ride a bulllet’s have a dictionary duel after schoolcheck into me a nice Cedar Sinai roomso I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truthif you ain’t got this album, you missing the proofprepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumesglow against the pale background of the moontoxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foodsburning your flammable boxes and boomsgot in the groove even though I’m not in the moodmotherfucker you didn’t win ’cause I can’t losegive the fans the chance to choose, fuck youwho’s the illest, who’s it really up torapping fire, you better run for the pacifiertie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmiretill your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up’cause you said Bis ain’t dope, you a damn liardisaster for hire over beats by piousflow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tigerin my iris, Canibus is a fightermotherfucker, my greatgrandfather was Irishlet’s roll the dices, ‘ll break you like young Tysongive me the mic man, I don’t need no hype manput a thousand on me, put one on himi tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swimyo I soak that shit and coat that shit in soy saucetell the FCC boss, turn that noise offcall Detroit’s Mafia Bosstell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his ballsDrop him off by Niagra Fallswrite my name on a banana and put the banana between his jawsnobody disrespects lyrical lawI’m the best there ever is and the best ever wastraining like a grunt face down in the mudwith blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it upyo, you wonder where I am right nowI’m probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it updead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhymeto be the illest on the mic is a mission of minespittin’ divine, you can’t get it twisted this time