Yo

Some say the pen overpowers the sword

The video camera is just as powerful when it records

Appallin' footage of cops breakin' the law

Mad at you because of what you saw, now they breakin' ya jaw

I been accused, of bein' internally preoccupied

'Cause the rhymes talk to me, and I talk to the rhymes

Clinically induced impulses reveal what's hidden

Written prescriptions, given by qualified clinicians

Lafayette peg boards be spinnin on turn tables

To determine the motor coordination available

Those able to speak what I spoke, repeat my quotes

My systematic treatment approach, be deep in they throats

I inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal dose

Of unspeakable dope, worse than opium smoke

Well-spoken like Washington Post, or a Fox News Network host

Scale intelligence like Wechsler Adults

Nonnormative data, brain storage matter couldn't capture

A couple years ago they had to put it on Napster

Ressurect Rip the Jacker, rip these rappers

For every second the clock ticks, I'm a attack ya



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The C-A-N dash I dash

B-U-S gets the last laugh, before the critical mass

In half the speed of a bulb flash

Fire engulf that ass, into a mole hill of charcoal ash

Only to be blown away by a cold draft

Wack emcees got no chance, it's so sad

They say to Canibus, "Will you ever run out of things to say?

How much breath can a man breathe in a day?"

Needless to say, I think it's kinda deep in a way

People be like "Bis is too ill, keep him away"

It's a good thing I got patience

I been waitin here longer than Dr. Levinson's time equations

Tryin' to figure out what made men

Was it inflation, or are we just a product of the apes then



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You think because I'm not on a major I can't bus'

And because I come from the ghetto that I can't adjust

Yeah my disposition was rough

But it turned me into a quick learner, all I need now is some luck

I used to be a undisciplined piece of fecal matter

A underdog rapper, but I closed that chapter

I deal wit my adaptive difficulty faster

And question my projected technique as a rapper

I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamor

But I cant control Rip the Jacker, when he gets amped up

It doesn't matter, we all got a dark side

A loud mouth, Mau Mau from the Apartheid

Yo you wanna earn your respect, then come to micclub dot net

And see if you can impress the best



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