Malarchi, Canibus - Da Shock lyrics

It's Mentally unimaginable
Mathematically incalculable
Inextricably infallible let's not forget
Utterly impossible or morally insurmountable
To assume that I could lose if I battled you
My scholastic aptitude is 1, 602
A 100 bars was just a glimpse of the truth
Physical proof that I'm the best at this
I've constructed sentences
That'll stand longer then
Stonehenge megaliths
My first and second albums consists of
More then a million terabit's
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president
In about a day or so
I'll be up in the White House
Getting fellatio
By an administrative assistant
With deep throat butt naked on the floor
Knee deep in some coke
Or on a speaker phone
Freestyling with some of my folks
Humping a whore tampering with
The Republican vote
I'm like Mel Gibson in Braveheart
Fighting swordsman
Dodging arrows from the archers
Cause I'm a horseman
Flying circles around you like flying saucers
Flying circles around the Royal
Air Force's flying fortress
Maximize my wins, minimize my losses
‘Till I'm exhausted
Then lounge like the lyricists on Rawkus
I'm unsigned right now
It's like I'm an orphan
Looking for a home taking
All calls and offers
Notify the prince and the Duke of Earl
I'm probably the illest English speaking
Emcee in the world

Ghetto fabulous, verbally hazardous
Ask any Baptist
Roman Catholic or satanic activist
Even them trippy hippies on college
Campuses know about Canibus
I've got fans like beads on an abacus
My styles totally out the bracket
Scientist with thick glasses and pocket
Protectors want to patent it
My talent is unmatched by any
Rapper in this rapping biz
By any rapper on this planet's grid
Show me where he is, I sign the ordinance
To bomb his coordinates with Agent
Orange and torture him
Burn the skin off of him
Throw a towel on him and stomp on him
Rip the towel off then pour salt on him
Continue my verbal assault on him ‘till
It's twelve in the morning
And turn into the werewolf monster on him
I rip his heart out
Eat it while it's still pumping
The blood still running
It tastes like boiled dumplings
Starving artist
I turned down scholarships to Oxford College
Cause, I heard they didn't serve porridge
Smarter than any man in Scotland Yard is
Used to work for MI6 but quit
Cause I couldn't take orders
The most awesome walking, talking, breathing
English speaking MC in the European region
Rip you to pieces like communism leaflets
Beef with 'Bis is like playing
Chess without the pieces
Modern Christians without Jesus
Rastas without Reefer
Jamaicans in Princeton without Visa's
Radio's without speakers
Mother Nature without the four seasons
Without a jacket outside when it's freezing
I'ma tell you straight up, no lie
Canibus is the illest motherfucker alive

Yo, 2001 another dog joint production
Word up, East-Side baby