RIP vs. Poet Laureate (Director's Cut)

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[Intro: 'Gladiator' sample] You have proved your valor yet again Let us hope for the last time But there's no one left to fight, sire There is always somebody left to fight [Knowledge God] Are you an ego monster, writing ten thousand bars? I'll melt your squid face with ten thousand stars Your battle raps dried up like the ass of the Sphinx And your brains fried up my verses make your ball shrink I'll kill you like Marie Curie with Ionizing Radiation You are facing termination by your own creation My metaphors mechanics will toss you off the planet You smoke too much chronic, my vocab is volcanic Infinite beings with black bars, that eat through rap stars Travel time in fast cars, you fire past Mars I ran back home to battle Rip on the phone Right after I cracked Can-I-Bitch with the Mayan Sun Stone You say we'll live without fear for several millions years If you hold hands with your peers like a bunch of queers My Stryker Brigade driver, strike a gay rapper I leave Rip dehydrated with lines of hot lava I tie you up with a snake shaped like a sideways eight And watch you break and suffocate at an unrelenting pace Mechanical skeletal structure was designed with a Heavy Mental Your mind's left behind, it's as light as a feathered quill The Will of Knowledge God controls thoughts and movement And force Can-I-Bitch to eat atomic waste pollutant LL crucified your career with 'The Ripper Strikes Back' I slice you from ear to ear, who's the Jamaican in the body bag? [Canibus] Rip the Jacker quantum creator, the quasar quaker So many layers I can't demonstrate it on paper My melodic emulators cut you down with trachea lasers Of deeply deposited argon vapors My every verse is a psychic institutional burst I choose which layer to listen to first At the peak of the Bell Curve, earthquakes make me misspell words But loud and clear my every verse is well heard They barely understand you The unseen hands that sample you and command you, it's quite puritanical Henry Louis Gates Jr. said I was a lyrical computer A great leader of a spiritual movement Homo Noeticus student, the cosmic human Homo Evolutis, divine rulers from a digital future I'm a poet not a puppet, I spit these rhymes without a budget With more infinite rhymes than cousins Non-periodic comets, halotolonian bubbles in solidified rock deposits When you take the time to unearth what I did You will witness infinity, every verse is a bridge Uneasy lies the head, my crown is too heavy for your men The mixing board got a thousand channels plugged in Music generated user generated mixing board entertainment For you mental entrainment [Canibus] The mic on my arm is symbolic for a knowledge bomb Celestial arms spiral into viral columns I was betrayed the moment you were born And more often than not I say it in my songs All day long I talk about Lyrical Law I reserve the right to say whatever I want If God kisses your face and the Devil kissed your ass Then how come you ain't got no goddamn cash? The breakaway civilization, generation on blast The human population is reduced to ten percent of the half For those who love to laugh Bolides collide with incoming craft The geography is nanoscopic nano-typography If you don't understand don't mock me The midnight lyricist with a one thousand bar cylinders A Ripper's lyricism is unlimited [Canibus] The opening mechanism for the Sphinx is behind the ears But there is freedom behind your fears I am the autistic King Ellipsis who broke the Ecliptic But don't nobody wanna listen After twelve I turned into a Rakim gremlin Bare witness to my lyrical fitness Paranoid chilling Bob Dylan, Hip Hop villain Lyrical Law from the heart of the Dark Lizard King still spitting Kill a gilla reptile with poisonous venom Give 'em a poem in every embolism when the rhythm hit 'em Bus 'em, punishes women and children, whoever wit' 'em The illest alive, still living, still spitting The audio master, blast you with a vocal sample trigger I'm the illest, I'm the illest, I'm the illest They got their plans and we got ours Plus I got my own plans if something goes sour [Canibus] Fast acting bio hazard, my verse is a surface burst Blasting and attacking and backtracking through a massive magnet Global area with a bio location for rappers Vocals powered by zero point magic motors How many times you done this before Bis? Created an album that some love but others dismiss My air-apparent is trying to hijack Hip Hop Using some fucked up mixing board spirits Everything I've written for my brothers and sisters who still listen This ain't no fricking fake reality vision This a real mission, the real wheels of steel still spinning I laugh, radio DJs ass kissing How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em Beyond the absence of light is only blackness How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em Beyond the absence of light is all blackness [Canibus] Two hundred bars, eleven minutes, eighteen bars per minute Yeah, I still got it, can you fuck with it? Superior rhymes recorded inside ethereal time Uncontrived and alive by design Tiger tooth Spiderman diving off the roof Smile, it's the truth when I'm rhyming over loops I'm in a spaceship minus the roof Yeah, a real spaceship, something I designed in my youth Let the world know the truth, That I designed iller records than you I wrote, produced and recorded and released a lot more records than you Just thought that I should get more credit than you 'Cause I'm better than you See, you can lie to me but don't lie about me Is that all you got? No wonder you grouchy My lyrics sound horrible, your voice sounds lousy So why you still be up on radio talking 'bout me? [Canibus] Catchphrase me if you can, nobody rhyme like Javelin Fangz I grab the mic with pure knowledge in my hand Jump off the bridge, you fake niggas scram I'll strangle you with dreadlocks and my bear hands Take you to the ground, release no release, I'm a beast Run out of wind? I'll hit you with the piece One, two, three deceased It's already chaos going on in the streets, it's just you and me I'ma make you eat everything you said about the kid Hip Hop's one of those things I'm proud I did I respect your whole catalog and what you've said And I'ma share your legacy with the one's who care They say, "Hip Hop is the greatest story never told" Imagine what it'd look like at a hundred years old You can't use mind control on a timeless soul An emcee's lyrics defines his role [Canibus] Close encounters with the poetic Buddha Outside Infinity City, with programmable life-form producers The Grand Deception, that's what it was The idea of aliens or anatomical subs For dinosaurs that feed off our flesh and blood They worship the Sun, put you to death if you run The serpent from Eden at Glen Rose, Texas museum What's the meaning? They lived alongside human beings Visible photography blends with lomography lens They can't copy, no matter how they pretend The Canibus Man, is just apocalypse in a can But Rip the Jacker spreads soundscapes across the land Constant to your death signals, Hip Hop jingles I could literally kill you with a Hip Hop single SEI is now online, the next verse reverse time I can float a pound of steel with my mind Tesla shield designed, obsessed with unlocking my mind 'Cause there is no stopping my kind The photons of life phase conjugation on the mic My rhymes re-materialize as light The lost unified field theory of Maxwell They know I rap, but they didn't know I rap that well I can't deceive you, the truth is out there for the people The lies are transparent to see through I dream the galactic green, the Northern Lights in the skies Uninhibited by the jet stream God is within me, God is within you too And together we will find the truth They said "You ain't the same Rip, Canibus, Poet Laureate" But you never check what Germaine think Project CC-gate spit, comet sized "C" spaceship They so shocked they didn't say shit Lyrical Law is all about the lyrics And it goes a little something like this, hit it