cenior studies 02 lyrics – canibus

song: cenoir studies 02
producer: kyros
time: 5: 02

(canibus)
yo, the artists come and go, so does the show,
so does the doe, nothing 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, should have packed a parachute for the plummet,
now i’m humping these klicks crawling through mud pits,
with guns and hundreds of clips on uncle sam’s budget,
a hundred rifles for self,
handcuff burt reynolds to jim brown and escape with rachel welch,
isn’t my queen lovely?
feed her rum and raisin ice cream shower her with diamond rings and money,
twenty three hours a day i study,
dreaming about beautiful women, i hate you gay teletubbies,
dreams keep me alive, you can’t take them from me,
the battlefield is bl**dy, mean and ugly,
my adrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me,
trying to bust me because 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’ll sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me,
pin my medals upon my chest,
so i can left, right, left into certain death,
god 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 of the blue because i rhyme the best,
micclub.net see me live in the flesh,
you can come and download every rhyme that i spit,
you can pay homage to rip for one dollar a clip,
none of those rhymes is on the alb*m b*tch,
it’s a storage facility where i keep my sh*t,
for the students in the cl*ss that want to peep my sh*t,
break a bootlegger leg if he leak my sh*t,
if you don’t want to sign in b*tch, then eat my sh*t,
drink my p*ss, you could never compete like this,
i’ma give you an example how deep i get,
technology not available for purchase,
my brain collects, stores and converts million bar verses,
at a standoff distance at a thousand feet,
i illuminate the target and pound him to sleep,
to within one micro inch if you’re 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 your browser beep,
too late, foot already stepped in the faeces,
doctor norton’s too sick to help your pc’s,
virtually i’ll make your virtual memory freeze,
with a weapon of m*ss destruction, wmd,
i’m a tmc, trouble to emcees,
destroy colonies with ucav’s,
i’ll send in no less than twenty a-teams,
wipe you out before i even get to the b’s,
with my transatmospheric sp*ce based mirrors,
can you write that out without typographical error?
dumb f*cks, i’m the best ever, whatever,
divide eighteen by six, you get the third letter,
from the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens,
i’ll bomb y’all with lyrics of flechettes and pellets 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 a bed of rocks,
i could never get bored, i’ll write about huxley
versus wilberforce, f*ck writing a killer chorus,
the copenhagen curriculum of metaphors,
everything from bob marley to tenor saw,
to system of a down song number fourteen,
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 *n*lyze
the mars’ mineral samples under my nails,
sometimes i wonder whose listening,
the auditory pavlovian conditioning is so sickening,
my adenine, guanine, cytosine, and thiamine,
is really what makes me rhyme supreme,
as soon as i hear the beat, bada-bing,
you’ve gotta think, “a hundred bars? d*mn that’s a lot of ink,”
eventually all of my alb*ms will be out of print,
there will 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 can input at a hundred, i can output way above it,
if we’re in public i’ll double it,
put this on your study list and go study b*tch,
basically quoting hammer, “you can’t touch this,”
i’m too *ssertive and alert, for what it’s worth,
my best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed,
cl*ss dismissed,
cenior studies from canibus.

(outro: sample)
there is something mystical, but it’s not rare
and n*body 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

/ canibus lyrics