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The Bad Seed - Poet Laureate II lyrics
[Sampled Intro: same outro from Poet Laureate]
 Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called
 My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down...
 [Canibus]
 Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
 That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
 He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me
 when they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
 Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
 in glass with an ion beam for longevity
 For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories
 the first time the machine inventor will mention me
 Canibus was a visionary indeed
 he believed light could travel in multiples of C
 The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
 of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
 Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
 and he never liked to propagate rumors
 Smoked Canary Island cigars
 liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
 He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
 about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
 He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
 but he would never take it out his archives
 He wrote 2 songs per day
 and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
 In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey
 he got an F but he deserved an A
 I followed his career from the first day
 it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
 I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
 with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
 Public humiliation was the worst pain
 he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane
 He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same
 Especially when there's nothing to gain
 He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
 he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it
 properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
 to extract the information
 They found it utterly amazing
 they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
 Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him
 cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10
 Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
 with sound but without shape or signature
 Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS
 in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd
 Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
 he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
 We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds
 so many rhymes that were intricately designed
 He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
 and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes
[*beat switches*]
 Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom
 adjusting the focus of the moon
 One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
 is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
 What is the maximum field rate application?
 the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
 affects the population, fluctuation
 on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
 The juxtaposition of Canibus's position
 the precision something no other has written
 Way above and beyond what was intended
 the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence
 You didnt go to college obviously
 I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
 A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
 when the brain orders the body not to breathe
 Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league
 you couldnt possibly be hotter then me
 Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze
 but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
 Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
 my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
 Your counselor advised you not to speak
 my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
 In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
 even though it sort of urked me
 He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
 but he felt he was at its mercy
 Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
 the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
 Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
 unless you try to translate what I print to film
 This is the line of will, the circle of time
 the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 lineThe Bad Seed - Poet Laureate II - http://motolyrics.com/the-bad-seed/poet-laureate-ii-lyrics.html
 Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
 Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni
 A wise man sees failure as progress
 a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
 And loses his soul in the process
 obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
 My style is masterful, multi-lateral
 I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
 Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
 from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
 Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
 my attitude is fucked up but abrogable
 Different methods interpreted into different forms
 from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
 Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved
 theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
 48 orders of mechanical laws
 and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
 Maybe I am self-obsorbed
 but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
 Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
 permitting you heard of Beezlebub
 A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
 with the DJ doing the needle rub
 Chances are you'll never see me son
 yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub
[*beat switches*]
 I came to holla at some big booty bitches
 and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?
 Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
 its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough
 Really unbelievable stuff
 theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
 I should leave this rap shit alone
 and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home
 My imagination is my own
 delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
 Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
 and become "Cani-millenia man"
 Grave my back with the emperor's stamp
 been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
 Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
 and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
 Every warrior has an axe to bury
 but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
 I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane
 It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
 I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames
 and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
 For two bars I kept hearin in my head
 over and over again, it cost me everything
[*beat changes back to the original beat*]
 I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake
 Where people create language that pretends to communicate
 Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
 but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
 From an extroverted point of view I think its to late
 Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
 Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception
 in the movement in any direction as progression
 Even though of the potency of it lessens
 big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
 And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
 ever since the influence of Moore's Law
 But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr
 his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
 Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
 to the right full throttle and added panache
 Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
 That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do
 Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's
 sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
 My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
 I can understand how it makes you miserable
 You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
 or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
 You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes
 "Canibus why dont you speak to me?"
 Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
 That's why I said it so vehemently
 You need to replace the hate with respect
 I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!
 [Sampled outro]
 Generally I take.. I go with the given..
 ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless ..
 whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it..








