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 psychologist, Samuel Dubois
Explains you probably never understand Jermaine
Incoherent speaches, puzzles and pieces
The sub-chemical deepness, of his glandular excretions
Realms of heaven and hell
Flowing angelic gell
spliced with bovine leukaemia cells
Demons in hell, they call to me,
I scream "what can you offer me?"
They reply "Techno-Sorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world
Cuz they weak
standin' on two 12 inch feet
I dream Quasi-Draconian dreams when I sleep
Peyote leafs mixed with a blood of a priest
In the room where the ceiling leaks of crimson grease
Where the living eats the dead and the dead reek
Rockbottom transforms human beings to beasts
Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth?
It's the optical stimuli of watching men cry
I hope I got time to repent before I die
Bury 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
Lookin' down at you bitches lookin' at me
Phaze shiftin to 45 degrees, I'm too crooked to see
I memorize the books that I read
Suckin' from the breast of knowledge, constantly weaning
Unbeseemingly a genuis without meaning
Try to visualize what Harry 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 his fears
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 goin' 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
Huntin' MCs like huntin' Elk
Camouflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as hell
I don't do this for anybody except myself
Stuff a motherfucker like the trophy on my shelf
Fuck the promo, nigga I do this for dolo
Flow from the first hour, to 24-0-0
Round the clock long as I got a cup of coco
When I be a no show with my girl cries don't go
And she give me blow more than 2 times on the row
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you with a rhyme that I wrote
Count how many mics that I smoke minus the G.O.A.T
Bus is dope, my battlin' 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 hope?
What? Man you must be sniffin' the great white coke
Don't you that's like Gary Coleman, I'm fightin' the hulk
Still not even quite that close
A great white bitin in ya rubber dingy boat
50 miles out from the coast
What the fuck is the MATHERS with you
I beat you black and blue, then I give the tat of you too
Better yet I put a tattoo of me on you
A 10 by 10 "C" logo, neon blue
The most theatrical MC battle of all time
I rip jackers like you, you know my call sign
Killa cobras, that hover over Jehova
In motorized 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 hear 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 foreshadow my flow
Figuratively 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 in a active or passive capacity
Poetry that I spit is synonomous glyph
written on tablets of clay mortar mix, superb
Truly superb, analyze the words
It's like observin' the birds fly above the earth
The Eye of Horus, the miniature touri within the giant tourus
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 porter to the portal of the secret Mic Club Order
Baptize 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, pins the medal on you
Dedicate a song to you, cuz now you honarable
You want a record deal
Explain the lyrical grand 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?
You Clumsy and dumb like a hand with five thumbs
Welcome to Mic Club, Curriculum 101