"c" Section Lyrics - Canibus

[Chorus] 

This is the C section 

Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven 

This is the C section 

A lyrical legend second to none in this profession 

[Canibus] 

I spit it exquisite 

And rip it minute by minute 

I'm in it to win it 

You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished 

Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist 

With a senator minister from the executive senate 

Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods 

Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing 

Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors 

Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in 

Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven 

Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it 

For an expensive percentage 

With nine tenths of the credit 

Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage 

I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors 

In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter 

This is art imitating life imitating art 

Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk 

Idealistically I spit for free 

The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me 

Challenges me 

E A six speed prowlers 

Superior air power 

Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless 

Spittin rhymes out by the thousands 

Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit 

Attitude cynicism and lassitude 

Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool 

Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son 

Your children disappear from a trition 

Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it 

Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin 

You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions 

With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers 

Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar 

And rock it like thugs who work for mic club 

Hyped up and tear the mic up my man 

Move forward as expeditiously as I can 

Ain't nobody in the world like Bis 

The nitrous with radio telescopic devices 

Same type shit 

Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American 

Lyricist turned microphone terrorist 

Airlift me off the front line to my therapist 

So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this 

This is what they want this is what they love 

To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs 

While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers 

With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris 

Theories of super-lattice and super-savage 

Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch 

The farther I climb the harder I rhyme 

You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive 

The quality of life is an illusion of the mind 

Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side 

According to the science of the C-section applied 

If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised 

I C-section the sky let my energy rise 

At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time 

As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived 

The only drawback is that I didn't have kids 

To C-section my beautiful whiz 

And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his 

Who knows what the future will bring 

It stresses me to think 

This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important 

Now I gotta follow orders defend borders 

From Maine to California Seattle to Florida 

If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her 

I'd speak to her about my passions 

As the hourglasses turn my life passes 

I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him 

Forget it that's the future this is the present 

A message to anybody listenin to the C section 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X