Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the so ill? //
That would be an unpardonable of confidence for me to reveal //
He said, One of these all eyes will be on me //
When they up in the sky and see the neon C //
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass an ion beam for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, impressions and //
The time-machine inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a indeed //
He light could travel in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza two blue metric rulers //
Liked J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never liked to propagate //
Smoked Canary cigars //
Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian //
He had a strong //
He used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his //
He claimed that he had written the greatest of all time //
But he would never it out of his archives //
He wrote two per day //
And was constantly experimenting his wordplay //
In his youth he did a report on the Digital Sky Survey //
He got a F but he an A //
I followed his career the first day //
It seemed the lack of contributed to his inert ways //
Ive seen him put in twenty-four hour //
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst //
Public humiliation was the pain //
He was spinning out of control a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the //
Especially when theres to gain //
He was the illest but nobody would face it //
He spit til his tongue was too torched to it //
Properly funded corporations his latest creations //
To extract the information, found it utterly amazing //
They claimed the of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting //
Never mattered to him the art hated him //
Cause Thomas Kinkade and said he would take ten //
enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language //
With sound but without shape or //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a pod, we thought it was odd //
Outside there was a with an Oppenheimer lock //
He apparently kept more wax than Tussaud //
We were in total awe cause it blew our //
So many rhymes that were intricately //
He WAS poet laureate of his //
And if you dont mind Id like to share some of his //
Alone in my room looking through the thirty-two X telescope //
the focus of the moon //
One should not assume the of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion //
What is the maximum field application? //
The runaway glaciation surrounding the basin //
Affects the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but just the basics //
The juxtaposition of position //
The of something no other has written //
Way above and beyond was intended //
The malleable enunciation of a sentence //
You go to college, obviously //
I can by your ungodly unintelligible terminology //
remarkable odyssey //
The at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe //
competency is not up to speed, youre not in my league //
You couldnt be hotter than me //
Or oppositely at twenty-five degrees //
squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to figuratively, nigga please //
My intellectual propertys about the size of //
Your counselor advised you not to //
My counselor advised me to keep until they stopped the beat //
In the words of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even though it of irked me //
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its //
Which my point perfectly //
And certainly reinforces the why nobodys probably ever heard of me //
Couldnt what I mean by ill //
Lest you try to what I print to film //
This is the line of will, the of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
phonetics render critics tongue-tied //
The personified dry of cum laude alumni //
A wise man sees failure as //
A fool divorces his knowledge and the logic //
And loses his soul in the process with nonsense with a caricature that has no content //
My is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel //
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an view Im a better rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip physical fabric in two, my attitude is fucked up but admirable //
Different methods into different forms //
From different perceptions and seen from different norms //
Not just spitting a poem, theres much involved //
Theres much more pieces of the for you to solve //
orders of mechanical laws //
And rays of cause enhance the cadence of my bars //
I am self-absorbed //
But thats the effect, to find the cause you ask my A&R //
is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was //
Permitting youve of Beelzebub //
A of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club //
With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd see me, son //
Yeah, I know my names Canibus but I help you if you need a dub //
I came to holler at some big booty bitches and listen to the thump //
Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they to beat me up //
Its as fuck, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff //
Theres a lot of times I want to speak but Im stuck //
I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my rhymes in the privacy of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the liberty to freely lyrically on the microphone //
With a pen in my hand I motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my back the Emperors Stamp //
Been spitting scientific rap since the century began //
Trying to the wicked empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang //
warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary //
I said to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight terrain //
I fought to regain the plane but went up in a ball of flames //
And got banned from the Hip-Hop Hall of //
For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over //
It cost me //
Im convinced now that more than the is at stake //
people create language that pretends to communicate //
Euphemisms are as mistakes //
But its a byproduct of the ghetto music we //
From an point of view, I think its too late //
Hip-Hop has never been the same eighty-eight //
it became a lucrative profession theres a misconception //
That a in any direction is progression //
Even though the of it lessens //
Big money industries checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a fuck no //
No one goes to the bookstore ever since the of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Lorenz and Leo Szilard //
I took rap music and turned the knob //
To the right full-throttle and panache //
Why I argue with my own conscience over the truth //
Thats like me telling myself, Dont tell me to do //
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself believe //
My lyrical is so elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable //
You wonder why I let you play your beats for me? //
And why I keep my studio enshrouded in //
You whats my infatuation with Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why you speak to me? //
Yo, I it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me //
Thats why I it so vehemently //
You to replace the hate with respect, Im probably the best yet //
Laureate! //