Canibus - Dr C PHD

(Canibus)

Doctor ‘C'...
Yo, I plan to build myself a facility before I'm forty,
A Molecular Archeogenetic Laboratory,
That can analyse complex poetry data for me,
Even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary,
I frog-leap over awkward beats,
Then I separate rappers by their Carbon 14's,
To determine the age of anything ever made,
Regardless of how the outside surface has changed,
I'll put a curse on your name, bombard your brain,
With gamma X-rays until you burst into flames,
With my scientifically quantifiable megalo-maniacal viable style,
It's like trying to ride a bull,
Let's have a dictionary duel after school,
Check me into a nice Cedars Sinai room,
So I can get sick as the flu, spitting the truth,
If you ain't got this album you're missing the proof,
Prepare for your doom, my nuclear rocket plumes,
Glow against the pale background of the moon,
Toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits and foods,
Burning flammable boxes of booze,
Got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood,
Motherfucker you didn't win because I can't lose,
Give the fans a chance to choose? Fuck you,
Who's the illest? Who's it really up to?
Rapid fire, you better run for the pacifier,
Tie you up and drag you in the saliva quagmire,
‘Til your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up,
Cause you said Bis ain't dope, you're a damn liar,
Assassin for hire over beats by Payas, flow like the Tigris,
Euphrates with the eye of the tiger in my iris,
Canibus is a fighter, motherfucker my great grandfather was Irish,
Let's roll the dices, I'll break you like young Tyson,
Give me the mic man, I don't need no hype men,
Put a thousand on me, put one on him,
I'll tear off his limbs, throw him in and tell him to swim,
Yo, I'll soak that sugar coated shit in soy sauce,
Tell the FCC boss, "Turn that noise off"
Call Detroit's Mafia boss, tell him,
‘Yo, I've got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls,
Drop him off by Niagara Falls,
Write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws,
Nobody disrespects lyrical law,
I'm the best there ever is and the best there ever was,
Train like a grunt face down in the mud,
With blood, sweat and tears sucking it up,
Yo, you wonder where I am right now,
I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up,
Dead or alive Canibus will live through the rhyme,
To be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine,
Spitting divine, you can't get it twisted this time,
Vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips is in line,
Doctor C, Ph.D., graduated from UMG,
Bright as the LCD display on a new MP,
Prototype of a true emcee,
With 3-D topography maps you can't see,
The butcher on Broad Street wrapping CD's,
In butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies,
If you don't like the quality then talk to me,
What the fuck you on a website for you creep?
Punching the keys, remember that sound,
That's exactly what it sounds like when I'm punching your teeth,
Kick a rap bitch! If you've got the gumption to speak,
Stand next to me I might put a lump in your meat,
Diss you and your man, double the beef,
To tell you the truth I thought your rebuttal was weak,
‘Round the Outside' blah blah, etc., etc.,
The body of my literature is bigger than South America,
Nigga look, this is all I've got to say,
Suck my P-H-D-I-C-K!