Canibus - Curriculum 101 lyrics

Claims are being made that for me go
Far beyond the available evidence and in
Fact in many cases are contradicted by
The evidence and that bothers me

Forensic psychologist Samuel Dubios explains
"You'll probably never understand Germaine"
Incoherent speeches, puzzles in pieces
The sub-chemical deepness of
His glandular excretions
Realms of Heaven and Hell
Glowing angelic gel spliced with
Bovine leukaemia cells
Demons in Hell they call to me, I scream
"What can you offer me?"
They reply, "Techno-Sorcery"
They tell me the meek will
Never inherit the world
'Cause they're weak standing on
Two 12 inch feet
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams when I sleep
Peyote leaves mixed with the
Blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling
Leaks of crimson grease
Where the living eats the dead
And the dead reek
Rock bottom transforms human beings to beasts
Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth?
It's the optical stimuli of watching men cry
I hope I've got time to repent before I die
Bury me at the beach if the
Sea is out of reach
'Cause when I speak what's
Fluid becomes concrete
Like a falcon up in the sky
Ten thousand feet
Looking down at you bitches looking at me
Phase shifting to 45°
I'm too crooked to see
I memorize the books that I read
Sucking from the breast of
Knowledge – constantly weaning
Unbeseemingly a genius without meaning
Try to visualize what Harry
Houdini was feeling
Handcuffed underwater without breathing
Near death on a fatal quest for air
But why should anyone care?
He put himself there
His career was based on facing his fears
To take destiny from the hand
Of the man upstairs
He didn't mind the cold stares
He got from his peers
They couldn't tell him where he was
Going or how to get there
It's better to be prepared and fail
Than to be scared and unsure of
Yourself and still get killed
Don't rhyme like I used to
But I still got skills
More than a couple confirmed
Kills under the belt
Hunting MCs like hunting elk
Camouflaged in the dense brush for stealth
Determined as Hell
I don't do this for anybody except myself
Stuff a motherfucker like a
Trophy on my shelf
Fuck the promo nigga I do this for dolo
Flow from the first hour to 24: 00
Round the clock as long as I've
Got a cup of cocoa
But, I'll be a no-show if my girl cries
"Don't go!" and she gives me blow more than
Two times in a row
I'd rather chill with her than kill you
With a rhyme that I wrote
Count how many mics I smoke minus the GOAT
'Bus is dope
My battling average higher than most
When I'm on the mic I
Release fire from throat
If you disagree please, do it quietly folks
Anybody better than Bis must be a hoax
Black man? No! What about
The Great White Hope? What? Man you must be
Sniffing great white coke
Don't you know that's like Gary
Coleman fighting the Hulk?
Still not even quite that close
A great white
Biting your rubber dingy boat 50
Miles out from the coast
What the fuck is the Mathers with you?
I'll beat you black and blue then I'll
Get a tat of you too
Better yet I'll put a tattoo of me on you
A ten by ten 'C' logo – neon blue
The most theatrical MC battle of all time
I rip jackers like you, you know my call sign
Killer cobras that hover over Jehovah
In motorized auto-giros with sycamore rotors
Hydrogen-peroxide, gaseous vapors
Technically these words shouldn't even
Rhyme off paper
In theory, for every soul that can hear me
I'ma blaze them
In practical practice my style's even greater
Can't you see what I'm spitting?
Can't you hear the difference?
Compared to me you're
Energetically inefficient
You need ten times the enzymes to
Process one of my rhymes
You've got to rewind every one of my lines
Do you know how to paraphrase?
Do you even understand what the
Narrator is tryna say? The climax explodes
Nobody can foreshadow my flow
Figuratively the language is too dope
Academic journals print my lyrical quotes
They show parallelism in all
The albums I wrote
On any track I come off strong automatically
Whether I write in an
Active or passive capacity
Poetry that I spit is synonymous to a glyph
Written on tablets of clay mortar mix
Superb, truly superb! Analyze the words
It's like observing the birds
Fly above the Earth the Eye of Horus
The miniature torii within a giant torus
With singularity on the chorus
I still sound enormous
Borderline insanity trying to break
Through humanity's border
With a new curriculum every quarter
I'm the porter of the portal of
The Secret Mic Club Order
Baptize you with Jamaican white rum and water
If you've got a hundred bars then
I know you're a warrior
I'll be the one who awards you
And pins the medal on you
Dedicate a song to you
Because now you're honorable
You want a record deal?
Explain the lyrical Grand Unified Field so
I can test your skill
Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it
And write it in Latin not Spanish god damn it
Step back so I can look at it
(No puede entender las palabras
Que digo senior Williams?)
Huh? What the fuck is that wack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb like a
Hand with five thumbs
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