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Poet Laureate II

アーティスト：Canibus  アルバム：Rip the Jacker 

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[Intro - James Dickey sample] Uhh... I don't understand how a writer would ever get writer's block, so-called. My problem is having too much, and being unable to get it down. [Verse One] Yo why's tha ripper so ill? That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence fer me ta reveal. He said, "Onea these days all eyes'll be on me When they look up in tha sky n see tha neon C." Rhymes inscribed, on a nickel-disk encased In a glass with a ion beam for longevity. For more than ten centuries: impressions n memories. Tha first time-machine inventor will mention me. Canibus was a visionary indeed; He believed light could travel in multiples of C. Tha organic supercomputa that solved tha mysteries Of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulas. Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was coola, N he never liked to propagate rumas. Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked America, Luxury cars, n beautiful Asian broads. He had a strong mind; he used ta philosophize About rhymes while he was pruning his Banzais. He claimed that he had written tha greatest rhyme of all time, But he would never take it out his archives. He wrote two songs per day N was constantly was experimenting wit his wordplay. In his youth, he did a report on tha Sloan Digital Sky survey; He got a F but he deserved a A. I followed his career from tha first day; It seemed tha lacka support contributed to his inert ways. I seen him put in 24-hour workdays, With deferred pay, undeterred by tha word 'shame'. Public humiliation was tha worst pain. He was spinnin outta control like a class-five hurricane. He said he wouldn't want anotha emcee ta suffa tha same Especially when there's nothin ta gain. He was tha illest alive, but nobody would face it. He spit til his tongue was too torched ta taste it. Properly funded corporations carbon-dated His latest creations, to extract tha information. They found it utterly amazin. They claimed tha Body of his work was tha same thing as a priceless painting. Never mattered ta him tha art galleries hated him, Cuz Thomas Kincade called him. Said he would take ten 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; we thought it was odd. Outside there was a shed wit an Oppenheimer lock. He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud. We were in total awe, cuz it blew our minds; So many rhymes that were intricately designed. He WAS Poet Laureate of his time N if you don't mind I'd like ta share some of his rhymes. [*instrumental switches*] [Verse Two] Alone in my room, lookin through tha 32x telescope zoom, Adjusting tha focusa tha moon. One should not assume Tha philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion. What is tha maximum field-rate application? Tha runaway glaciation surroundin tha ocean basin Affects tha population fluctuation On a continuous basis but that's jes tha basics. Tha juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position; Tha precision of something no otha has written, Way above n beyond what was intended. The unparalleled malleable annunciation of a sentence. You didn't go ta college, obviously. I can tell by ur ungodly unintelligible terminology. Ur remarkable odyssey. Tha rhyme's at modest speech When tha brain orders tha body not ta breathe. Ur competency is not up ta speed, you not in my league. You couldn't possibly be hotta than me, Or oppositely at minus 25 degrees. U'll squeeze But tha condensation makes rifle barrels freeze. Allow me ta speak figuratively. Nigga, please. My intellectual property's about tha sizea Greece. Ur counselor advised you not ta speak. My counselor advised me ta keep rhymin til they stop tha beat. In tha words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how ta write betta", Even though it sorta irked me. He said he didn't understand tha process of the imagination, But he felt he was at its mercy, Which exploits my point perfectly n certainly rein- Forces tha reason why nobody's prob'ly eva hearda me. Couldn't understand what I mean by ill, Lest you try ta translate what I print ta film. This is tha line of will, tha circle of time, Tha cycle of eternity, tha emergence of one line. Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied. Tha personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni.



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