Cenior Studies 02 Lyrics by Canibus

Cenior Studies 02 Lyrics

    [Canibus]

    Yo the artists come and go, so does the show
    So does the dough, nothin lasts forever you know
    It's all about the experience and what you take from it
    What you learn in the process, what you make of it
    Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I loved it
    Shoulda packed a parachute for the plummet
    Now I'm opening these clips crawlin through mud pits
    With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget
    Hundred rifles itself, handcuff Bert Reynolds
    To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
    Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
    And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings and money
    23 hours a day I study
    Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay teletubies
    Dreams keep my alive you can't take em from me
    The battlefield is bloody, mean, and ugly
    My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me
    Tryin to bust me cuz I swore I'd defend my country
    If I could choose between being lucky and having money
    Nothing negative could ever touch me
    What must be is ultimately not up to me
    But I sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me
    Pin my medals upon my chest
    So I could left-right-left in a certain death
    God's speed and God bless
    In the end I hope God is impressed if I'm put to rest
    I did what I came to do, no time left
    Say my name out the blue cuz I rhyme it the best
    Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh
    You could come and download every rhyme that I spit
    You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
    None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
    It's a storage facility where I keep my shit
    For the students in the class that wanna peep my shit
    Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my shit
    You don't wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit
    Drink my piss, you could never compete like this
    I'ma give you an example how deep I get
    Technology not available for purchase
    My brains collects, stores, and converts million bar verses
    At a stand-off distance of a thousand feet
    I illuminate the target and pound em to sleep
    To within one micro-inch if you out in the street
    I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat
    Dial-up to your network and make your files delete
    Count to three, listen to you browse a beat
    Too late, foot already stepped in the feces
    Dr. Norton's too sick to help your PCs
    Virtually I make your virtual memory freeze
    With a weapon of mass destruction double you MD's
    I'm a TMC trouble to MCs
    Destroy colonies with UCAVs
    I send in no less than twenty 18s
    Wipe you out before I even get to the beach
    With my Trans-atmospheric space based mirrors
    Can you write that out without typographical error?
    Dumb fucks I'm the best ever whatever
    Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter
    From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens
    I bomb y'all wit lyrics of flesh
    shredders
    and petters forever
    As a spitter I'm still tougher than leather
    I had to go underground to get over the pressure
    Battle rap from the Renaissance multi-megawatt
    Bury you beneath the bedrock on the bed of rocks
    I could never get bored
    I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin killer chorus
    Copenhaven curriculum of metaphors
    Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saul
    The System of A Down song number 14
    I see aerials in the sky when I dream
    The end is near I wish it would hurry up
    I feel nano-bacteria burning me up
    Before I explain in detail
    You should examine the Mahr's mineral samples under my nails
    Sometimes I wonder who's listening
    The auditory Pavlovian conditioning's so sickening
    My adenine, guanine, cytosine,
    And thymine is really what makes my rhyme supreme
    Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing
    You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, that's a lotta ink
    Eventually all of my albums'll be out of print
    There'll be a clone for every style I invent
    For every line I rhyme intense
    For all the time I spent, every word I spit since 96
    If you could input at a hundred
    I could output way above it, if we in public, I double it
    Put this on your study list and go study, bitch
    Basically quoting Hammer you "can't touch this"
    I'm too assertive and alert for what its worth
    My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed
    Class Dismissed
    Cenoir Studies from Canibus

    [Outro]
    There is something mystical, but it's not RARE
    and nobody should treat it as though this is something special
    that writer's do... anybody--anybody born physically able in the brain
    can sit down and begin to write something and discover
    that there are depths in her soul or his soul that are untapped


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