Yo, I plan to a myself a facility before I'm 40 a archceogenetic laboratory that can analyze complex poetry for me even if it was poorly, how extraordinary I frog leap over awful then I separate by the carbon-14s to determine the age of anything ever regardless of how the surface has changed I put a curse on name, bombard your brain gamma x-rays till you burst into flames with the scientifically quantifiable viable style, it's like trying to a bull let's have a dictionary duel after check me a nice Cedar Sinai room so I can get as the flu, spittin the truth if you got this album, you missing the proof prepare for your doom my nuclear plumes against the pale background of the moon toxic fumes spoil stocks of fruits, and foods burning your flammable and booms got in the groove even though I'm not in the motherfucker you win 'cause I can't lose give the fans the chance to choose, you who's the illest, who's it up to fire, you better run for the pacifier tie you up and drown you in the quagmire till oxygen expires and your lungs dry up 'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a liar disaster for hire over by pious flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, the Eye of the Tiger in my iris, Canibus is a motherfucker, my was Irish roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson give me the mic man, I need no hype man put a on me, put one on him i tear off his limbs, him in, and tell him to swim yo I soak that shit and that shit in soy sauce tell the FCC boss, that noise off Detroit's Mafia Boss tell him yo, I got a job for you, I you to bust his balls Drop him off by Falls write my name on a and put the banana between his jaws nobody lyrical law I'm the best ever is and the best ever was training a grunt face down in the mud with blood, sweat, and tears, it up yo, you wonder where I am now I'm somewhere on the microphone fucking it up dead or alive, Canibus live through the rhyme to be the on the mic is a mission of mine spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted time vocal a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned Dr C, PHD graduated UMG as the LCD display on a new MP prototype of a MC with 3d maps you can't see Butcher on Street, wrapping CDs in butcher paper, doing artwork Sharpies if you like the quality, then talk to me what the fuck you on the website for you punching the keys, remember that that's exactly what it sounds like i'm punching your teeth kick a rap, bitch, if got the gumption to speak next to me, i might put a lump in your meat diss you and your man, the beef to you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra the body of my is bigger than South America nigga look, is all I gots to say my P-H-D-I-C-K