Canibus Cemantics
Artist: Canibus
Album: Rip the Jacker
Song: Cemantics
Producer: Stoupe
Time: 3:40
[Canibus]
Aight yo //
Let’s talk about the incredible rap flow //
We can have a ‘Dinner for Five’ with John Favreau //
See, it comes to me natural //
One of my integral attributes is to be lyrically tactful //
I can prove who’s nice and who’s not an emcee //
Through falsifiable scientific hypotheses //
In recent times I find it’s never been about the rhymes //
The game is very politicized //
Those who sympathize with their hearts and minds //
Show hatred through the mouth, body language and eyes //
Sometimes I say to myself, ‘Why do I even try?’ //
In spite of whatever happens I’ll love it ‘til I die //
[Canibus]
If you don’t believe in other dimensions, you’ve been duped //
They’re the main-ingredients in this cosmic soup //
See the mouse? Grab it! //
Edit the edges with Avid //
Is this the picture of a duck or a rabbit? //
You see ass and tits? Welcome to madness //
Please try to interpret the following passage //
Magnetohydrodynamic mechanics //
Translated into Canibus’ language you’ll never understand it //
It’s on when the crowd is cheering me on //
Waving their arms like they’re doing Falun Gong //
Firearms three-quarters of a million troops strong //
In a single file line stretched out a mile long //
Thermodynamics of the second law //
Isolated physical systems lead toward greater disorder //
Across the dry desert in the featureless sand //
Water is secondary to the meaning of man //
I know but I won’t tell //
There’s more to the human race than polymers, proteins and protocells //
Chemical evolution //
L and D form sub-units //
That come from the love of Hip Hop and rap music //
[Canibus]
The scourge of the words I attack the Earth with //
I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet //
What you think? //
Confuse my shrink with English the publication refuses to print //
My daughter likes blue and my son likes pink //
Man, give me a drink //
What kind of world are we living in? I think it stinks //
Whatever life you live it’s a quick sighted quiz //
If you perceive something to be real, maybe it is //
Forcing kids to listen to Dead Prez before they go to bed //
Send them to school, put them in Special Ed //
Reinforce their paranoia of the fed’s //
Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge //
The philosophy of the hard-knocks //
Pan-psychics sit on the block and attempt to talk to rocks //
In the projects where they harvest the human crop //
Organic robots that bleed when they get shot //
If you can survive or thrive in the Jamaican ghetto //
You deserve the Congressional Medal //
My heart goes out to all the young bloods //
The heart has reasons the mind knows not of //
From the first to the twelfth month //
I keep a twelve-pump in the trunk //
For the day when Hell comes //
Was invincible on the mic when I held one //
My motto was to blaze all and spare none //
"I came, I saw, I conquered": Now there’s just an empty void //
Mic Club! Come holler at your boy! //
