[Chorus]

This is the C section

Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven

This is the C section

A lyrical legend second to none in this profession



[Canibus]

I spit it exquisite

And rip it minute by minute

I'm in it to win it

You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished

Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist

With a senator minister from the executive senate

Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods

Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing

Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors

Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in

Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven

Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it

For an expensive percentage

With nine tenths of the credit

Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage

I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors

In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter

This is art imitating life imitating art

Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk

Idealistically I spit for free

The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me

Challenges me

E A six speed prowlers

Superior air power

Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless

Spittin rhymes out by the thousands

Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit

Attitude cynicism and lassitude

Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool

Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son

Your children disappear from a trition

Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it

Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin

You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions

With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers

Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar

And rock it like thugs who work for mic club

Hyped up and tear the mic up my man

Move forward as expeditiously as I can

Ain't nobody in the world like Bis

The nitrous with radio telescopic devices

Same type shit

Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American

Lyricist turned microphone terrorist

Airlift me off the front line to my therapist

So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this

This is what they want this is what they love

To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs

While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers

With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris

Theories of super-lattice and super-savage

Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch

The farther I climb the harder I rhyme

You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive

The quality of life is an illusion of the mind

Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side

According to the science of the C-section applied

If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised

I C-section the sky let my energy rise

At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time

As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived

The only drawback is that I didn't have kids

To C-section my beautiful whiz

And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his

Who knows what the future will bring

It stresses me to think

This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important

Now I gotta follow orders defend borders

From Maine to California Seattle to Florida

If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her

I'd speak to her about my passions

As the hourglasses turn my life passes

I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him

Forget it that's the future this is the present

A message to anybody listenin to the C section



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