Poet Laureate II

"Poet Laureate II"

Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?

That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal

He said, One of these days all eyes will be on me

When they look up in the sky and see the neon C

Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity

For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories

The first time-machine inventor will mention me

Canibus was a visionary indeed

He believed light could travel in multiples of c

The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers

Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler

And he never liked to propagate rumors

Smoked Canary Island cigars

Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads

He had a strong mind

He used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his bonsais

He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time

But he would never take it out of his archives

He wrote two songs per day

And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay

In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey

He got a F but he deserved an A

I followed his career from the first day

It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways

Ive seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays

With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame

Public humiliation was the worst pain

He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane

He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same

Especially when theres nothing to gain

He was the illest alive but nobody would face it

He spit til his tongue was too torched to taste it

Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations

To extract the information, they found it utterly amazing

They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting

Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him

Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten

Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language

With sound but without shape or signature

Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd

Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock

He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud

We were in total awe cause it blew our minds

So many rhymes that were intricately designed

He WAS poet laureate of his time

And if you dont mind Id like to share some of his rhymes

Alone in my room looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom

Adjusting the focus of the moon

One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion

What is the maximum field rate application?

The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin

Affects the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics

The juxtaposition of Can-I-Buss position

The precision of something no other has written

Way above and beyond what was intended

The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence

You didnt go to college, obviously

I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology

Your remarkable odyssey

The rhymes at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe

Your competency is not up to speed, youre not in my league

You couldnt possibly be hotter than me

Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees

Youll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze

Allow me to speak figuratively, ***** please

My intellectual propertys about the size of Greece

Your counselor advised you not to speak

My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat

In the words of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even though it sort of irked me

He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy

Which exploits my point perfectly

And certainly reinforces the reason why nobodys probably ever heard of me

Couldnt understand what I mean by ill

Lest you try to translate what I print to film

This is the line of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line

Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied

The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni

A wise man sees failure as progress

A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic

And loses his soul 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 naturally cruel

Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialists view Im a better rapper than you

Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two, my attitude is ****** up but admirable

Different methods interpreted into different forms

From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms

Not just spitting a poem, theres much more involved

Theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve

Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws

And rays of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars

Maybe I am self-absorbed

But thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R

Today is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was

Permitting youve heard of Beelzebub

A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club

With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd never see me, son

Yeah, I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub

I came to holler at some big booty ******* and listen to the speakers thump

Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they want to beat me up

Its deep as ****, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff

Theres a lot of times when I want to speak but Im stuck

I should leave this rap **** alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home

My imagination 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 Can-I-Millennium Man

Engrave my back with the Emperors Stamp

Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began

Trying to escape the wicked 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 learn to discern between enemy and adversary

I said to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain

I fought to regain control the plane but went up in a ball of flames

And got banned from the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame

For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again

It cost me everything

Im convinced now that more than the truth is at stake

Where people create language that pretends to communicate

Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes

But its a byproduct of the ghetto music we make

From an extroverted point of view, I think its too late

Hip-Hop has never been the same since eighty-eight

Since it became a lucrative profession theres a misconception

That a movement in any direction is progression

Even though the potency of it lessens

Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question

And nobody gives a **** no more

No one goes 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 Szilard

Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob

To the right full-throttle and added panache

Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth

Thats like me telling myself, Dont tell me what to do

Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself cant believe

My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable

You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?

And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?

You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keys?

Canibus, why dont you speak to me?

Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me

Thats why I said it so vehemently

You need to replace the hate with respect, Im probably the best yet

Poet Laureate!