Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40 

a molecular archceogenetic laboratory 

that can analyze complex poetry data for me 

even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary 

I frog leap over awful beats 

then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s 

to determine the age of anything ever made 

regardless of how the outside surface has changed 

I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain 

with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames 

with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal 

viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull 

let's have a dictionary duel after school 

check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room 

so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth 

if you ain't got this album, you missing the proof 

prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes 

glow against the pale background of the moon

toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods

burning your flammable boxes and booms 

got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood 

motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't lose 

give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you 

who's the illest, who's it really up to

rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier 

tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire 

till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up 

'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar 

disaster for hire over beats by pious 

flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger 

in my iris, Canibus is a fighter 

motherfucker, my greatgrandfather was Irish 

let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson 

give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man 

put a thousand on me, put one on him 

i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim 

yo I soak that shit and coat that shit in soy sauce 

tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off 

call Detroit's Mafia Boss 

tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls 

Drop him off by Niagra Falls 

write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws 

nobody disrespects lyrical law 

I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was 

training like a grunt face down in the mud 

with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up 

yo, you wonder where I am right now 

I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up 

dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme 

to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine 

spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time 

vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned 

Dr C, PHD graduated from UMG 

bright as the LCD display on a new MP

prototype of a true MC 

with 3d topography maps you can't see 

Butcher on Broad Street, wrapping CDs 

in butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies 

if you don't like the quality, then talk to me 

what the fuck you on the website for you creep? 

punching the keys, remember that sound 

that's exactly what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth 

kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to speak 

stand next to me, i might put a lump in your meat 

diss you and your man, double the beef 

to tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak 

round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra 

the body of my literature is bigger than South America 

nigga look, this is all I gots to say 

suck my P-H-D-I-C-K