Yo, I to build a myself a facility before I'm 40 a archceogenetic laboratory that can analyze complex poetry for me if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary I frog leap over beats then I separate rappers by the to the age of anything ever made regardless of how the outside surface has I put a curse on your name, your brain with gamma x-rays you burst into flames with the scientifically quantifiable viable style, it's like to ride a bull let's have a dictionary after school check into me a Cedar Sinai room so I can get sick as the flu, the truth if you ain't got album, you missing the proof prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket glow against the pale background of the toxic fumes spoil complete of fruits, and foods your flammable boxes and booms got in the groove even though I'm not in the motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I lose give the fans the to choose, fuck you who's the illest, it really up to rapping fire, you run for the pacifier tie you up and drown you in the saliva till your expires and your lungs dry up you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar disaster for over beats 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 don't need no man put a on me, put one on him i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and him to swim yo I soak that shit and coat 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 Niagra write my on a banana and put the banana between his jaws nobody disrespects law I'm the best there ever is and the best was like a grunt face down in the mud with blood, sweat, and tears, it up yo, you wonder where I am now I'm probably on the microphone fucking it up or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme to be the illest on the mic is a of mine divine, you can't get it twisted this time vocal with a mirror to sure my lips are aligned Dr C, PHD from UMG bright as the LCD on a new MP prototype of a MC 3d topography 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 the fuck you on the website for you creep? punching the keys, that sound exactly what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the to speak next to me, i might put a lump in your meat diss you and man, double the beef to tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra the body of my literature is bigger South America nigga look, this is all I to say my P-H-D-I-C-K