Canibus - Cenoir Studies 02 lyrics

[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 cuz 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 d**h 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 cuz 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 b**h It's a storage facility where I keep my sh** For the students in the cla** that wanna peep my sh** Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my sh** You don't wanna sign him b**h then eat my sh** 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 ma** 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 f**s 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, f** writin k**er 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, b**h Basically quoting Hammer you "can't touch this" I'm too a**ertive and alert for what its worth My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed Cla** 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