作词 : Baldwin, Williams
"Poet Laureate II"
Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?
That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal
He said, One of these days all eyes will be on me
When they look up in the sky and see the neon C
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories
The first time-machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
He believed light could travel in multiples of c
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler
And he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars
Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind
He used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his bonsais
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
But he would never take it out of his archives
He wrote two songs per day
And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey
He got a F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day
It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
Ive seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same
Especially when theres nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
He spit til his tongue was too torched to taste it
Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations
To extract the information, they found it utterly amazing
They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
With sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud
We were in total awe cause it blew our minds
So many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS poet laureate of his time
And if you dont mind Id like to share some of his rhymes
Alone in my room looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom
Adjusting the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
Affects the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
The juxtaposition of Can-I-Buss position
The precision of something no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence
You didnt go to college, obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
Your remarkable odyssey
The rhymes at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe
Your competency is not up to speed, youre not in my league
You couldnt possibly be hotter than me
Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees
Youll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively, ***** please
My intellectual propertys about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even though it sort of irked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly
And certainly reinforces the reason why nobodys probably ever heard of me
Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
Lest you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line
Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied
The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress
A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialists view Im a better rapper than you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two, my attitude is ****** up but admirable
Different methods interpreted into different forms
From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not just spitting a poem, theres much more involved
Theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws
And rays of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-absorbed
But thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was
Permitting youve heard of Beelzebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd never see me, son
Yeah, I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub
I came to holler at some big booty ******* and listen to the speakers thump
Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they want to beat me up
Its deep as ****, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff
Theres a lot of times when I want to speak but Im stuck
I should leave this rap **** alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone
With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man
Engrave my back with the Emperors Stamp
Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began
Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain
I fought to regain control the plane but went up in a ball of flames
And got banned from the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame
For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again
It cost me everything
Im convinced now that more than the truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes
But its a byproduct of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view, I think its too late
Hip-Hop has never been the same since eighty-eight
Since it became a lucrative profession theres a misconception
That a movement in any direction is progression
Even though the potency of it lessens
Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a **** no more
No one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moores Law
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard
Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob
To the right full-throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth
Thats like me telling myself, Dont tell me what to do
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself cant believe
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?
And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keys?
Canibus, why dont you speak to me?
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
Thats why I said it so vehemently
You need to replace the hate with respect, Im probably the best yet
Poet Laureate!
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