Curriculum 101
(专辑: Mic Club: The Curriculum - 2002)
[Intro: movie sample] Claims are being made That for me go far beyond the
available evidence In fact in many cases are contradicted by the
evidence And that bothers me [Canibus] Forensic psychologists, Samuel with the
brides Explains you probably never understand Jermaine Incoherent speaches, puzzles and pieces The
sub-chemical deepness, suck his clan 'til they screeches Realms of heaven and hell Flowing angelic gell strikes with voron leukaemia cells Demons in hell, they call to me, I
scream "what can you offer me?" They reply "tecnosaucery" They tell me the
meek will never inherit the
world Cuz they weak standing on two 12 inch feet I
dream Quashee Canonian dreams when I
sleep Peyote leads to snakes with a
blood of a
priest In the
room where the
ceiling leaks and crimps in grease Where the
living eats the
dead and the
dead reek Rockbottom transforms human beings to beast Why the
fuck you think we got canine teeth? It's the
optical stimuli of watching men cry I
hope I've got time to repent before I
die Battle me at the
beach if the
sea is out of reach Cuz when I
speak what's fluid becomes concrete Like a
falcon up in the
sky, 10 thousand feet Looking down at you bitches looking at me Fame shift into 45 degrees, I'm too crooked to see I
memorise the
books that I
read Sucking from the
breast of knowledge, constantly weaning Unforseeningly a
genuis without meaning Try to visualise what happy Houdini was feeling Handcuffed under water without breathing Near death on a
fatal quest for air But why should anyone care? He put himself there His career was based on facing the
stares To take destiny from the
hand of the
man upstairs He didn't mind the
cold stares he got from his peers They couldn't tell him where he was going or how to get there It's better to be prepared and fail than be scared and unsure of yourself and still get killed Don't rhyme like I
used but I've still got skills More than a
couple confirmed kills under the
belt Hunting MCs like hunting Elk Camouflaged in the
dense bust of stealth determined his health I
don't do this to anybody except myself Stuck with motherfuckers like the
trophy on my shelf Fuck the
promo, nigga I
do this for dolo Flow from the
first album, the
24-0-0 Round the
clock launce, I
got a
cup of coco When I
be a
no show with my girl fives don't go And she give me blow more than 2
times on the
row And I'd rather chill with her than kill you with a
rhyme that I
wrote Count how many mics that I
smoke minus the
gold Bust dope, my battling average higher than most When I'm on the
mic I
release fire from throat If you disagree please do it quietly folks Anybody better than Bis must be a
hoax Black man NO, what about the
great white ho? What? Man you must be sniffing the
great white coke Don't you that's like Gary Comb, I'm fighting a
hulk Still not even quite that close A
great mic fight in ya rubber dingi boat 50 miles out from the
coast What the
fuck is the
maddness with you I
beat you black and blue, then I
give the
tablet the
true Better yet I
put a
tattoo of me on you A
10 by 10 ceelo go neon blue The
most theatrical MC battle of all time I
rip jackers like you, you know my call sign Kill a
cobra, stick hooker over behoving Motorise auto gyros with sycamore rotors Hydrogen peroxide, gaseous vapors Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper In theory, for every soul that can hear me I'ma blaze them In practical practice my style's even greater Can't you see what I'm spittin'? Can't you here the
difference? Compared to me you're energetically inefficient You need ten times the
enzymes to process one of my rhymes You got to rewind every one of my lines Do you know how to paraphrase? Do you even understand what the
narrator's tryna say? The
climax explodes, nobody can force out of my flow Figurably the
language is too dope Academic journals print my lyrical quotes They show parallelism in all the
albums I
wrote On any track I
come off strong automatically Whether I
write interactive or pass the
capacity Poetry that I
spit is autonomous to cliff written on tablets of clay mortar mix, superb Truly superb, analyse the
words It's like I'm jerkin ya birds fly above the
earth The
Eye of Horus, the
miniature tour ride within the
giant tourist With singularity on the
chorus I
still sound enourmous Borderline, insanity tryna break you through humanities border With a
new curriculm every quarter I'm the
pawn of the
pawner with the
secret mic world order Baptise you with Jamaican White Rum and water If you got a
hundred bars then I
know you a
warrior I'll be the
one that award ya, pinch the
medal on you Dedicate a
song to you, cuz not in autoble You want a
record deal Explain the
lyrical grande unified field so I
can test ya skill Do it in front of the
class, chart diagram it and write it in latin Not spanish god dammit, step back so I
can look at it "da dad dad ada dada", ah what the
fuck is that wack shit? Crumpsy and dumb like a
hand with five thumbs Work for the
Mic Club, Curriculum 101