[Sampled Intro: same outro from Poet Laureate]

Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called

My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down...



[Canibus]

Yo, why is the ripper so ill?

That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!

He said one day all eyes would be on me

when they look up in the sky and see the neon 'C'

Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased

in glass with an ion beam for longevity

For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories

the first time-machine inventor will mention me

Canibus was a visionary indeed

he believed light could travel in multiples of c

The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries

of Klein-Kaluza with 2 blue metric rulers

Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen Jay Gould was cooler

and he never liked to propagate rumors

Smoked Canary Island cigars

liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads

He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize

about rhymes while he was pruning his Bonsai

He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time

but he would never take it out his archives

He wrote 2 songs per day

and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay

In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey

he got an F but he deserved an A

I followed his career from the first day

it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways

I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays

with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"

Public humiliation was the worst pain

he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane

He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same

especially when there's nothing to gain

He was the illest alive but nobody would face it

he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it

properly funded corporations carbon-dated his latest creations

to extract the information

They found it utterly amazing

they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting

Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him

cause Thomas Kinkade called, said he would take 10

Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language

with sound but without shape or signature

Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS

in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd

Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock

he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's

We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds

so many rhymes that were intricately designed

He WAS Poet Laureate of his time

and if you dont mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes



[*beat switches*]



Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom

adjusting the focus of the moon

One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume

is nothing more then a subjective conclusion

What is the maximum field rate application?

the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin

affects the population fluctuation

on a continuous basis but that's just the basics

The juxtaposition of Canibus' position

the precision something no other has written

Way above and beyond what was intended

the unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence

You didnt go to college obviously

I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology

A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds

when the brain orders the body not to breathe

Your competency is not up to speed, you not in my league

you couldnt possibly be hotter than me

Or oppositely you're minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze

but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze

Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please

my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece

Your counselor advised you not to speak

my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat

In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"

even though it sort of irked me

He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination

but he felt he was at its mercy

Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces

the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me

Couldnt understand what I mean by ill

unless you try to translate what I print to film

This is the line of will, the circle of time

the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line

Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied

Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni

A wise man sees failure as progress

a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic

And loses his soul in the process

obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content

My style is masterful, multi-lateral

I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel

Words of scourn are a disasterous tool

from an existentialist view, I'm a better rapper then you

Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2

my attitude is fucked up but admirable

Different methods interpreted into different forms

from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms

Not just spittin a poem there's much more involved

there's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve

48 orders of mechanical laws

and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars

Maybe I am self-absorbed

but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R

Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was

permitting you heard of Beelzebub

A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club

with the DJ doing the needle rub

Chances are you'll never see me son

yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub



[*beat switches*]



I came to holla at some big booty bitches

and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?

Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up

its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but I've seen enough

Really unbelievable stuff

theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck

I should leave this rap shit alone

and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home

My imagination is my own

the liberty to speak to freely, lividly on the microphone

Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enneagram

and become "Cani-millenium man"

Engrave my back with the emperor's stamp

been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began

Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam

and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang

Every warrior has an axe to bury

but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary

I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane

its suicide its controlled flight into terrain"

I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames

and got banned from the hip hop hall of fame

For 2 bars I kept hearin in my head

over and over again, it cost me everything



[*beat changes back to the original beat*]



Im convinced now that more then truth is at stake

Where people create language that pretends to communicate

Euphemisms are misundertood as mistakes

but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make

From an extroverted point of view I think its too late

Hip Hop has never been the same since '88

Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception

that a movement in any direction is progression

Even though of the potency of it lessens

big money industries writing checks to suppress the question

And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store

ever since the confluence of Moore's Law

But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr

and his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard

Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob

to the right full throttle and added panache

Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?

thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to do

Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees

sometimes I say things I myself can't believe

My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical

I can understand how it makes you miserable

You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me

or why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy

You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys

"Canibus why dont you speak to me?"

Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me

thats why I said it so vehemently

You need to place the hate with respect

I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!



[Sampled outro]

Generally I take.. I go with the given..

ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless ..

whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it..