Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40    a molecular archceogenetic laboratory    that can analyze complex poetry data for me    even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary    I frog leap over awful beats    then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s    to determine the age of anything ever made    regardless of how the outside surface has changed    I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain    with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames    with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal    viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull    let's have a dictionary duel after school    check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room    so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth    if you ain't got this album, you missing the proof    prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes    glow against the pale background of the moon   toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods   burning your flammable boxes and booms    got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood    motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't lose    give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you    who's the illest, who's it really up to   rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier    tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire    till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up    'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar    disaster for hire over beats by pious    flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger    in my iris, Canibus is a fighter    motherfucker, my greatgrandfather was Irish    let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson    give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man    put a thousand on me, put one on him    i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim    yo I soak that shit and coat that shit in soy sauce    tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off    call Detroit's Mafia Boss    tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls    Drop him off by Niagra Falls    write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws    nobody disrespects lyrical law    I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was    training like a grunt face down in the mud    with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up    yo, you wonder where I am right now    I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up    dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme    to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine    spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time    vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned    Dr C, PHD graduated from UMG    bright as the LCD display on a new MP   prototype of a true MC    with 3d topography maps you can't see    Butcher on Broad Street, wrapping CDs    in butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies    if you don't like the quality, then talk to me    what the fuck you on the website for you creep?    punching the keys, remember that sound    that's exactly what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth    kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to speak    stand next to me, i might put a lump in your meat    diss you and your man, double the beef    to tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak    round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra    the body of my literature is bigger than South America    nigga look, this is all I gots to say    suck my P-H-D-I-C-K