[Canibus]   Yo the artists come and go, so does the show   So does the dough, nothin lasts forever you know   It's all about the experience and what you take from it   What you learn in the process, what you make of it   Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I loved it   Shoulda packed a parachute for the plummet   Now I'm opening these clips crawlin through mud pits   With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget   Hundred rifles itself, handcuff Bert Reynolds    To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh   Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays    And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings and money   23 hours a day I study   Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay teletubies   Dreams keep my alive you can't take em from me   The battlefield is bloody, mean, and ugly   My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me   Tryin to bust me 'cause I swore I'd defend my country   If I could choose between being lucky and having money   Nothing negative could ever touch me   What must be is ultimately not up to me   But I sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me   Pin my medals upon my chest   So I could left-right-left in a certain death   God's speed and God bless   In the end I hope God is impressed if I'm put to rest   I did what I came to do, no time left   Say my name out the blue 'cause I rhyme it the best   Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh   You could come and download every rhyme that I spit   You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip   None of those rhymes is on the album bitch   It's a storage facility where I keep my shit   For the students in the class that wanna peep my shit   Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my shit   You don't wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit   Drink my piss, you could never compete like this   I'ma give you an example how deep I get   Technology not available for purchase   My brains collects, stores, and converts million bar verses   At a stand-off distance of a thousand feet   I illuminate the target and pound em to sleep   To within one micro-inch if you out in the street   I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat   Dial-up to your network and make your files delete   Count to three, listen to you browse a beat   Too late, foot already stepped in the feces   Dr. Norton's too sick to help your PCs   Virtually I make your virtual memory freeze   With a weapon of mass destruction double you MD's   I'm a TMC trouble to MCs   Destroy colonies with UCAVs   I send in no less than twenty 18s   Wipe you out before I even get to the beach   With my Trans-atmospheric space based mirrors   Can you write that out without typographical error?   Dumb fucks I'm the best ever whatever   Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter   From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens   I bomb y'all wit lyrics of flesh shredders and petters forever   As a spitter I'm still tougher than leather   I had to go underground to get over the pressure   Battle rap from the Renaissance multi-megawatt   Bury you beneath the bedrock on the bed of rocks   I could never get bored    I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin killer chorus   Copenhaven curriculum of metaphors   Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saul   The System of A Down song number 14   I see aerials in the sky when I dream   The end is near I wish it would hurry up   I feel nano-bacteria burning me up   Before I explain in detail   You should examine the Mahr's mineral samples under my nails   Sometimes I wonder who's listening   The auditory Pavlovian conditioning's so sickening   My adenine, guanine, cytosine,   And thymine is really what makes my rhyme supreme   Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing   You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, that's a lotta ink   Eventually all of my albums'll be out of print   There'll be a clone for every style I invent   For every line I rhyme intense   For all the time I spent, every word I spit since 96   If you could input at a hundred   I could output way above it, if we in public, I double it   Put this on your study list and go study, bitch   Basically quoting Hammer you "can't touch this"   I'm too assertive and alert for what its worth   My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed   Class Dismissed   Cenoir Studies from Canibus      [Outro]   There is something mystical, but it's not RARE   and nobody should treat it as though this is something special   that writer's do... anybody--anybody born physically able in the brain   can sit down and begin to write something and discover   that there are depths in her soul or his soul that are untapped