Poet Laureate Ii Lyrics - Canibus

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, nigga 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 fucked 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 bitches 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 fuck, 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 shit 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 fuck 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! //