Psych Evaluation – Canibus – letras

YoSome say the pen overpowers the swordThe video camera is just as powerful when it recordsAppallin’ footage of cops breakin’ the lawMad at you because of what you saw, now they breakin’ ya jawI been accused, of bein’ internally preoccupied’Cause the rhymes talk to me, and I talk to the rhymesClinically induced impulses reveal what’s hiddenWritten prescriptions, given by qualified cliniciansLafayette peg boards be spinnin on turn tablesTo determine the motor coordination availableThose able to speak what I spoke, repeat my quotesMy systematic treatment approach, be deep in they throatsI inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal doseOf unspeakable dope, worse than opium smokeWell-spoken like Washington Post, or a Fox News Network hostScale intelligence like Wechsler AdultsNonnormative data, brain storage matter couldn’t captureA couple years ago they had to put it on NapsterRessurect Rip the Jacker, rip these rappersFor every second the clock ticks, I’m a attack ya[HOOK]The C-A-N dash I dashB-U-S gets the last laugh, before the critical massIn half the speed of a bulb flashFire engulf that ass, into a mole hill of charcoal ashOnly to be blown away by a cold draftWack emcees got no chance, it’s so sadThey say to Canibus, « Will you ever run out of things to say?How much breath can a man breathe in a day? »Needless to say, I think it’s kinda deep in a wayPeople be like « Bis is too ill, keep him away »It’s a good thing I got patienceI been waitin here longer than Dr. Levinson’s time equationsTryin’ to figure out what made menWas it inflation, or are we just a product of the apes then[HOOK]You think because I’m not on a major I can’t bus’And because I come from the ghetto that I can’t adjustYeah my disposition was roughBut it turned me into a quick learner, all I need now is some luckI used to be a undisciplined piece of fecal matterA underdog rapper, but I closed that chapterI deal wit my adaptive difficulty fasterAnd question my projected technique as a rapperI’ve lost interest in the battle glory and glamorBut I cant control Rip the Jacker, when he gets amped upIt doesn’t matter, we all got a dark sideA loud mouth, Mau Mau from the ApartheidYo you wanna earn your respect, then come to micclub dot netAnd see if you can impress the best