Canibus - Father Author, Poor Pauper lyrics

Yea, Father Author, Poor Pauper, Yea
(More than a microphone monster)

Once a upon a midnight dreary
Being blackballed by the music
Industry prepared me
In the past albums were made
Put on the shelf
I was never paid or given a wealth
Who can I blame but myself? No one
I followed my azimuth then transit on
A path from apprentice to master
My testimony any place at the top is lonely
Ask me what I cherish mostly
No matter what I say is poetry
The way I walk, the way I talk
The way I fought
The way I won, the way I lost
The way I thought
When they tried to play me out as a man
The way it felt takin' showers in


The sand with a fuel can
Wakin' up in the middle of the night
I can't breathe right
I can feel my heart beat spike
Father Author
Poor Pauper use to be a war monger
I promised the Lord I will
Not tour any longer
Pardon the The Poor Pauper with nothin'
To offer from his coffer
Coughin' up a mouthful of a volcanic sulfur
Feast your eyes on the awesome
Mechanics of the metallic saucers
Flown by man
I bet you thought it was the Martians
Since Channel Zero I tried to
Do somethin' to save you
But, you threw away the jewels I gave you
When you're ready to move to the
Mountains it'll be too late too
That's why I pray for you
My words appear clear but
True meanin' is lost
Why would an emcee like that even talk?
Clear your mind, clear your thoughts
Throw away everything you bought
And kneel before the Ark
YOU DON'T! You knew you should but you won't
Any artist will become lethargic
From weed smoke i don't go to malls cause
I don't like shoppin'
I can't buy clothes when
The mannequins are watchin'
Overspecialization doesn't require
Special explanation
The information is my interpretation
I sit down at the table and make it
Through a series of musical
Lyrical and compositional arrangements
I'm disinfatuated, you rappers are overrated
For the music you're makin'
It sounds foolish and basic
Thread by thread the poem is woven
The book is open
You were ordered to show him
Than the words are spoken
Civilization is fragile
So is life there in battle
So is nature when surrounded by the unnatural
Walk through the doors
Of Langley Headquarters
My logo is in the floor etched in marble
Behind the rose line
Morals and dogma of rhymes
That climb one of three peaks of
Mount Hermon there in my lifetime
The rhymes is 3 point 1 4 5 9 2 6 5 3 5 8 9
Same morning that the Can-IBus album came out
I got a text from The NSA
That said "They'd take me out"
Kabbalah Math was all I had
My wife and child were both
Killed in a helicopter crash
Eight months passed
I'm in Walter Reed with a rare fungus rash
I told them "Fuck the cash" Just
Give me somethin' for the pain
My brain 'bout to bust vein
They said "You've been
Through enough Germaine"
I tried to sit up but can't get up
This sucks, Father Author
Poor Pauper can't give up
The Biomarker lit up the labtec took
The blood that I spit up
She tried to screen it, than clean it
Hydroxide radicals I couldn't believe it
I was the Anemic Heathen that was
Saved by the blood of Jesus
My only grievance is I never
Be the same again
Never be able to rhyme like it was '98 again
I'm so ashamed I'm depressed I don't know
What I could say to them
So I made this mixtape for them
I hope you enjoy it even
If you never bought it
This is Father Author
Poor Pauper last recording