Canibus - C of Tranquility lyrics

The C of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold? What
Do you really see?
I see a revolution in the industry
That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically
The C of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold? What
Do you really see?
I see the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars
And our common visions
The C of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold? Yo, fuck the hook!

These rhymes resemble knots being tied
The timeline becomes a nonlinear noose
That will snap your mind
First: Sever your spine
Second: Normal limb configurations
Are dismembered and disconnected
Very unpleasant
My third effort employs absurd ethics
Kangaroo execution court is in session
After dawn but before breakfast
Expert effective mass burial method
So well measured
It's impressive and intensive
Not to mention expensive
Extensive templates taken from all
Global nano-industrial sectors
No wonder I'm so aggressive at Tetris
Pardon me, but I must beckon your attention
For no more than several seconds
With the minor hypocritical questions
Let's say, I had to make an exception
Where I complied to exhume a
Body for postmortem autopsy inspection
I request the best yes-men
That promptly recovered the radio
Frequency identification pin
Then trigger the transponder located
Under the skin
Of the deceased until it showed me a grin
If that went over your head then
I'll be more than please
D to show you again but, I must rescind
I have pressing matters to attend
It's my wife's birthday and I
Can't be late for delivery
Of her customized marble grey bidet, good day
What the fuck did he just say? See
Why can't I bust my way?
Since '98 you could trust my name
I've adapted and adjusted my aim accordingly
The leap years are boring to me
I speed up quarterly
The Golden Era of Rap will
Always be apart of me
The future talks to me because
The present is ignoring me
My destiny is calling me
The armory of God is guarding me
But all you can see is holographic artistry
This is were the road forks
My rhymes leave you lost
Under a blue moon, ice crystals, fog
And snow fall
Been a long time, spitting long rhymes
But, I never left you
I always came back busting
Rhymes that were special back then
I wanted to impress you
By addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in the booth
The music is layered, not computer generated
A human made it to satisfy unusual craving
The mystic in a room with
Crystal walls and floors
Looking into a crystal quartz orb
Reciting lyrical law that cause warm feeling
Sensations precipitating
From the finger tips
To the arms, to the lips, to the jaws
To a gold tongue that spit's to
The tone of the drum
With the oxygen that flows down
The throat to the lungs
'Til every color of my Chakra
Glows brighter than the Sun
You and I become We, We become One
And the clarity of Singularity has begun
Between zero point zero and zero point one
Combinatorics, anything of this persuasion
Is considered ageless beyond the matrix
Beyond time displacement of space
And spaceships in oasis
Beyond the reach of human contemplation
Through my music
Magic and convoluted interaction
Rip The Jacker shows you
The future in fragments
Through madness my view is expanded
Request passage permission is granted
I'll introduce you to the language of dragons
To help balance near impossible
Trances in the labyrinth
Of the enchanted where air
Quality is unbearably rancid
From evil spirit's, temperatures frigid
I cross wooden bridges over methane
Rivers, it sounds crazy, but listen
Concise lyrics strike down from the heavens
A titan like Mike Tyson
'Beastmaster' with a Tiger and Pigeon
A four finger ring with a
Eyeball in it for vision
Cause, I ain't scared of no
9 foot 11 winged lizards!
I'm known as the Ripper
My soul was delivered to a wizard
For spiritual slave labor in a prison
My life is my sentence, so I live it
But, I studied the physics and understand it
So, it's only a visit
I look at myself in the mirror
I see a stereoisomer image
I know it's cryptic
But, you like what I'm spitting
M-M-M-M-Master in the art of rhyming
Yield so many surprises
I've found excessive ferric-iron in
My perinatal sinus remote viewing the globe
What I am shown runs my blood cold
My occipital lobe might explode!
The Godzilla Zillah God, enscripter encryptor
I drink the Elixir of Knowledge
Like it was a liquor!
I ain't a rapper, I'm a Ripper Slasher
Supreme Dream Catcher
Brother Frater who'd rather attend
To other matters like mastering words
Spell cast a curse you haven't heard
Incense I burn smells like a bag of herb!
I walk among the living hidden, but spitting
They bid me good riddance
Cause nobody knows what I've written!
Zecharia Sitchin in Hell's Kitchen
Heavy lifting
Mixing, vocals switching with no mittens
My women keep bitching
Bitches drug experimenting
Bed wetting and blood letting
White witches, black magic, rough wedding
With a fuck ending!
I ain't into fashion, think I got jokes?
Keep laughing
We'll have the ceremony in a cabin
Rapping my only compassion
That outlasted everything i ever had in life
And it still respects the Master
During the brides reception
The Tree of Life supplied me the weapons
Inside the zodiac, divided in sections
I categorized five elements
Inscribing the lettering
Baphomet's unintelligible intelligence
Is benevolent!
The initiate magician, not ready but willing
To perform molecular fission with
Emotions and feelings
I stand before the Rabbi with cat-eyes
He looked high I don't mind
The motherfucker look crazy all the time
He asked me for the wedding band
I gave him the bride's severed hand
Punishment for touching another man
I'm just a poor shoe cobbler from Guadalajara
Who came in contact with
Scholars that studied Kabbalah
I do not wish to be a martyr
And follow the footsteps of my father
I want to live the live of an 'honest farmer'
We all became sombre as I placed
The animal on the altar started the fire
Rinsed my hands in some water
Look into my eyes
I hypnotize my bride as I walk towards her
The congregation wouldn't take their
Eyes off her!
I hear moans and weeping coupled
With soft but laboured breathing
I pinch myself, am I dreaming?
Invisible people speaking, we've met
But, I don't remember meeting
I don't remember these traditional teachings
I know I'm reaching
Into unallowed boundaries
But the rhymes are increasing
My mind is breaching, I find it pleasing!
Inside the Theatre of Bar War
Unlimited seating
The kills, still fresh, the cadavers
Still bleeding the war drum pounds like the
Wings of a owl beating
Right before it snares it's prey
And it begins feasting
How nice of you to join me this evening
To see the symphony for it's surface
Complexity out of deep simplicity you see
I achieve tranquility with obscure metaphors
Entering doors not placed between walls
But in the floor
Midnight strolls through groves of roses
Sharing moments
With whatever hostess is closest
Before the solstice approaches
The fire burns, but it burns smokeless
Ogres on flying locusts screaming
"Buenos noches!"
The final battle with Vrill
The war cries build run them over on the
Battlefield with chariot wheels
My shield is composed of meteorite stone
My sword is honed from a
Red dragon's rib bones
Ripping and spitting basic
Complex combinatrix
For the agents trying to hack into my Matrix!
Five out of ten cases are found
With their heads hacked off
In several places, hanging from metal braces
Long ago, the ghost of Plato befriended me
With a amulet intended to anchor my memories
Tabula Smaragdina
Glow greener than any known reefer
Harness the ether, talk to your leaders
The seekers of beautiful bars
Recording the position of the stars
Undermining these immutable laws
Correlating, DNA crossed-fading
What's the point in waiting
We're all aging, it's yours for the taking
A black hole in the making
Nothing but a wound gaping
From a womb where there's no escaping
Only life-forms racing before and after
Mating and merry making
With partners that aren't even facing
What are we chasing?
Our ancestors asked the same thing
And we've gotten no closer then they've been
So I prey for the day when
We don't even need eyes to confirm
The science and the poor education
We've put our faith in
I don't write this to perform it
Nor do I say it, to record it
I feel that I am answering a calling
Fantastic, rhyme mechanics
Like that of a blind pianist
The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets
The music is magic, what is this madness?
The stanzas are rites of passage
Your left brain habit's become your baggage
The masses become savage
Roaming the streets with torn fabrics
Creativity is less than average
Every baby is born a bastard
So why did you have it?
This question requires no answer
I understand it
The "C" of Tranquility, that is all I seek
Nothing is complete without
Every separate piece

The "C" of Tranquility, that is all I seek
Nothing is complete without
Every single piece the 'C' of Tranquility
What will it really be?
What does the future hold,? What do you really see?
I see a revolution in the industry
That will ignite the rebirth
Of emcees lyrically the 'C' of Tranquility
What will it really be?
What does the future hold,? What do you really see?
I see the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars
And our common visions