Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the so ill? //
That be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal //
He said, One of days all eyes will be on me //
they look up in the sky and see the neon C //
Rhymes on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, impressions and //
The first time-machine inventor will me //
Canibus was a visionary //
He believed light travel in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers //
Liked Cool J but Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never liked to rumors //
Smoked Island cigars //
Liked American luxury cars and Asian broads //
He had a mind //
He used to about rhymes while he was pruning his bonsais //
He claimed that he had written the greatest of all time //
But he would never it out of his archives //
He two songs per day //
And was experimenting with his wordplay //
In his youth he did a report on the Digital Sky Survey //
He got a F but he an A //
I his career from the first day //
It seemed the lack of contributed to his inert ways //
Ive him put in twenty-four hour workdays //
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst //
Public humiliation was the worst //
He was spinning out of control a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the //
when theres nothing to gain //
He was the illest alive but nobody would it //
He til his tongue was too torched to taste it //
Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest //
To the information, they found it utterly amazing //
They claimed the body of his work was the same as a priceless painting //
Never mattered to him the art galleries him //
Cause Thomas called and said he would take ten //
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in //
With but without shape or signature //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we it was odd //
Outside there was a with an Oppenheimer lock //
He apparently kept more wax Madame Tussaud //
We were in awe cause it blew our minds //
So many rhymes that were intricately //
He WAS laureate of his time //
And if you dont mind Id like to share some of his //
in my room looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the of the moon //
One not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion //
is the maximum field rate application? //
The runaway glaciation surrounding the basin //
Affects the population on a continuous basis but thats just the basics //
The juxtaposition of position //
The precision of no other has written //
Way above and what was intended //
The malleable enunciation of a sentence //
You go to college, obviously //
I can tell by your unintelligible terminology //
remarkable odyssey //
The rhymes at modest when the brain orders the body not to breathe //
Your competency is not up to speed, youre not in my //
You couldnt possibly be than me //
Or at minus twenty-five degrees //
Youll squeeze but the condensation makes barrels freeze //
Allow me to speak figuratively, please //
My intellectual propertys about the of Greece //
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 sort of 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 reason why nobodys ever heard of me //
Couldnt understand what I by ill //
Lest you try to translate what I print to //
This is the of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic phonetics critics tongue-tied //
The dry humor of cum laude alumni //
A man sees failure as progress //
A fool divorces his and misses the logic //
And loses his in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be cruel //
of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialists view Im a better rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip your physical in two, my attitude is fucked up but admirable //
Different methods interpreted into different //
From entirely different perceptions and seen different norms //
Not just spitting a poem, theres much more //
Theres much pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
Forty-eight of mechanical laws //
And of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars //
I am self-absorbed //
But thats the effect, to find the you should ask my A&R //
Today is what it is but only yesterday was what it was //
Permitting youve of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the //
With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd see me, son //
Yeah, I my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub //
I came to holler at some big bitches and listen to the speakers thump //
Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic want to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff //
Theres a lot of times when I want to but Im stuck //
I should leave this rap alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home //
My is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone //
With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Man //
Engrave my with the Emperors Stamp //
Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth began //
Trying to escape the empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang //
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to to discern between enemy and adversary //
I said to myself, Germaine, is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain //
I fought to regain control the plane but went up in a of flames //
And got banned the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame //
For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over //
It cost me //
Im convinced now that more than the truth is at //
Where people create that pretends to communicate //
Euphemisms are misunderstood as //
But its a byproduct of the ghetto we make //
an extroverted point of view, I think its too late //
Hip-Hop has never been the since eighty-eight //
Since it a lucrative profession theres a misconception //
That a in any direction is progression //
though the potency of it lessens //
Big money industries writing checks to the question //
And gives a fuck no more //
No one to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo //
I took rap music and turned the knob //
To the right full-throttle and added //
Why would I with my own conscience over the truth //
like me telling myself, Dont tell me what to do //
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I cant believe //
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you //
You wonder why I never let you play beats for me? //
And why I keep my studio enshrouded in //
You wonder whats my infatuation Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why you speak to me? //
Yo, I meant it when I no one can shine on a song that features me //
Thats why I said it so //
You need to replace the hate with respect, Im probably the yet //
Laureate! //