Curriculum 101 lyrics

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Artist: Canibus
Album: Mic Club: Curriculum

Lyrics

Intro: claims are being made
That for me go far beyond the available evidence
And in fact in many cases are often contradictive evidence
And that bothers me

Forensic psychologist samual dubois explains
"You'll probally never understand germaine"
Incoherant speaches, puzzles in pieces
The subchemichal deepness, of his glandular excretions
Realms of heaven and hell
Glowin angelic gel, spliced wit' bovine leukemia cells
Demons in hell, they call to me
I scream "what can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, cause they weak
Standin of two 12 inch feet
I dream quasi-draconian dreams when I sleep
Peyote leafs mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling leaks of crimson grease
Where the living eats the dead, and the dead reek
Rock bottom transforms human beings to beasts
Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth?
It's the optical stimuli, of watching men cry
I hope I have time to repent before I die
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach
Cause when I speak, what's fluid becomes concrete
Like a falcon up in the sky, ten-thousand feet
Looking down at you bitches, lookin at me
Phase shiftin to 45 degrees
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the books that I read
Sucking from the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning
Unbeseemingly a genious without meaning
Trying to visualize what harry houdini was feeling
Hand-cuffed under water, without breathing
Near death, on a fatal quest for air
But why should anyone care, he put himself there
His career was based on facing his fears
To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs
He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers
They couldn't tell him where he was going, or how to get there
It's better to be prepared and fail
Then to be scared and unsure of yourself, and still get killed
Don't rhyme like I used to, but I still got skills
More than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt
Huntin emcees like huntin elk
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as hell
I don't do this for anybody, except my self
Stuff a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf
Fuck the promo nigga, I do this for dolo
Flow from the first hour to 24 oh oh
Round the clock, long as I cup of cocoa
But I be a no-show, if my girl cries "don't go"
And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote
Count how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average higher than most
When I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat
If you disagree, please do it quietly folks
Anybody better than bis, must be a hoax
Black man? no, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? man you must be sniffin great white coke
Don't you know that's like gary coleman fightin the hulk?
Still not even quite that close
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast
What the fuck is the mathers with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, then I'll get a tat of you too
Matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you
A 10 by 10 c-logo, neon blue
The most theatrical emcee battle of all time
I rip jackers like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that hover over jehova
In motorized autogiros, and sycamore rotors
Hydrogen proxide, gaseous vapours
Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em
In practical practice, my style's even greater
Can't you see what I'm spittin, can't you hear the difference
Compared to me, you're energetically inefficient
You need ten times the enzymes, to process one of my rhymes
You got to rewind every one of my lines
Do you know how to paraphrase?
Do yo even understand what the narrorator is tryin to say?
The climax explodes, nobody can foreshadow my flow
Figuratively the language is too dope
Acedemic journals print my lyrical quotes
They show parralellism in all the albums I wrote
In any track, I come off strong automatically
Whether I write in an active, or passive capacity
Poetry that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph
Written on tablets of clay mortar mix
Super, truly superb, analyze the words
It's like observing the birds, flying above the earth
The eye of horus, the miniture tauri within a great torus
With singularity on the chorus, I still sound enormous
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border
With a new cirriculum every quarter
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret mic club order
Baptize you wit' jamaican white rum and water
If you got a hundrd bars, than I know you a warrior
I'll be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you
Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable
You want a record deal?
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill
Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it
And write in latin, not spanish god-dammit
Step back so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is that whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand with five thumbs
Welcome to micclub, cirriculum 101

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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