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(Intro: Movie sample) |
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Once more, it has been done |
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That in order to save it |
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You would have to raise the spectre again |
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I am going to tell them the truth |
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About their ministry of justice |
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But if we didn't though |
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It would surely be cause for war! |
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(Canibus) |
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Okay, it's time to get started, |
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Don't want to but the forces forced me, |
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With the incantatory allegory they translated for me, |
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U-M-L-O-U-T, umlaut, |
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That's the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth, |
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Spit drooling out a very grotesque view at best, |
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Burn through desks at the University of Budapest, |
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Sitting in a room with a windowless view, |
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Concentrating, looking at you |
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Freeze-frame frozen at the very moment |
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the wormhole opens you know Canibus has spoken, |
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The circumference of a third eye so vibrant, |
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To me, Ezekiel's wheel was just a spare tire, |
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My epitheliogenetic fiber was forged |
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in the protoplasmic fires in a black geyser, |
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The explosion can be described as a white iris, |
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When the absolute began I don't know where I was, |
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I must have just been a piece of micro-dust, |
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That's why the fuck I love mics so much, |
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My micro/macro robotic rap flow, |
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The Magna Carta of the entire rap world, |
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Mayflower two thousand two phase one, |
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Adapt to the pressure gravity has laid on my lungs, |
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The Theory of Communication, Claude Shannon's dissertation, |
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With a makeover in camouflaged make-up, |
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Light waves bend to the weight of Bus, |
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Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals crush, |
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Acid reflux all over your face, you fuck, |
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Grab heart with bare hand, squeeze and spray blood, |
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You iller than me? Give me a call, |
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Dear Boss, do you mind if I share my thoughts? |
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Psychotherapy is expensive; can you share my cost? |
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In a cushioned room with leather doors, |
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Handwriting experts take a look at the letters I draw, |
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Excessive roundedness, no space between words, |
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Excessive cross-outs, it must be my nerves, |
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Rhymes that vaporize, disablize, and destabilize, |
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Pray to God, say goodbye, |
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Six minutes Vinnie Paz you're on, |
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Lyrically this is the liberty of Liberal Arts. |
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(Chorus: Canibus) |
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Canibus, Consume creatine and create, |
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Canibus, Anemometers analyze air-intake |
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Canibus, The H.N.I.C. that narrates, |
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Canibus, Innate intelligent interface, |
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Canibus Biogenetic behemoth obliterate, |
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Canibus, U-boat fire, you both bleed, |
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Mic-Nificently sound emcee, |
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Liberal Arts with JMT |
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(Vinnie Paz) |
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I'm the God of War, |
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the resurrector of the horrorcore |
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The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all |
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I started raw so the haters could see what could happen |
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I was Allah while the pagans were speaking in Latin |
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I'm the origin of science and math |
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I'm the origin of everything you trying to grasp |
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Been dying to ask if Jedi Mind is the real |
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Well I'll let you inside my mind and you decide how it feel |
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I'm dying to kill and bring to you apocalypse |
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I start a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips |
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Fuck the head, I'm aimin right for your oesophagus |
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Hang you from a hook then drink the blood your body drips |
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I got the power of the lead a fucking shotty spits |
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And leave you weaker than the Mafia that's Gotti-less |
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With Canibus: get deep like psychoanalysts |
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Vinne Paz the fucking Hand-to-Fist-Philanthropist |
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(Break: VInnie Paz) |
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What? Its fucking Vinnie Paz daddy |
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Yeah Jedi Mind baby |
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(For the people of the world) |
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Canibus baby |
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Let it now be noted |
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Mic Club |
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What's the fucking deal? |
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(Break: Movie sample) |
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That here in our decision, this is what we stand for |
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Justice, Truth and the value of a single human being |
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(Chorus) |
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(Outro: Canibus) |
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Liberal Arts |
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Mic Club: The Curriculum |
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Can-I-Bus hitting them, Ripping them |
