(Canibus)
Yeah, check it,
Yo, yo, yo,
The secret of the ages I illuminate with logic
What I speak is more than just deep, it's bottomless
With common sense I'm organized like crime and mafias
Plus the way I rhyme is prime, like Optimus
A rapologist you could sit and do the knowledge with
From G-E-D's to degrees from Ivy-League colleges
I'll politic with any magazine columnist
About topics other emcees won't even bother with
Rock-solid shit like stones and monuments
It's obvious the third eye of the obelisk is watching us
Closely, through a microscope and a pair of binoculars
Ghetto scholars like me who study street calculus
I utilize every letter of the Arabic alphabet
To touch a part of your body that makes you feel erogenous
Yo, yo,
I drink a gallon of the ginseng extract
Harness all my lyrical power to rip tracks
I shed light upon pitch black
So at times even your third eye finds my rhymes too bright to glimpse at
I think back to before I was born
When suckers wasn't even involved in this art form
Now they write rhymes that reflect nothing but hard times
While I be on America Online
Electronically mailing my thoughts across the information highway
Trying to communicate with Yahweh
Discovering shit that make a nigga bug
I speak a language that don't even require the tongue
Raps carry the impact of a sawed-off
Get in my face and your liable to get yours blown off
I'm a showoff, everybody up north knows I'm the best
LL couldn't bring it to me if he had my home address
Much less defeat me, you must be taking steroids and not eating your Wheaties
And smoking crack instead of beedies
Step in the ring, I'll put you through pain you never been through
Torture will force you to tap-out so I don't have to pin you
You see, my style will get in you like an injection
Lyrical ooze causing rap crews to become ex(X)-men
Infecting emcees with a disease there's no cure for
No man can withstand a Canibus metaphor
I'll freak a rhyme until your sampler stops counting the bars
And delegate laws as if I'm God
So call me arrogant if you want to
But The Canibus creates cyphers niggas can bring a lighter and a blunt to
Uncle Sam wants you but he don't want me
‘Cause lyrically I'm too advanced for you average emcees
My field of force is bigger than twenty golf courses
Eerie like government theories behind flying saucers
I go on and on and on for hours
‘Till batteries die then I spit to auxiliary power
We're strong soldiers, it's no lie
We don't die, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah //
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