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Canibus - Dr. C Phd



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   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
  




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