[Verse 1]
This is the most magnetic rap edit ever permitted
I'm the best that ever done it to somebody that did it
You sinning if you don't mention my name when you say lyrics
Been spitting since the beginning and never been timid
Professor of English, drink a cup of tea like the British
Biblical menace that's searching for the meaning that's hidden
I rap for rippers, rip it for the lyrically privileged
Strangle you bitches, battle Canibus? You tripping
Put your money where your mouth is, my dick where your chin is
Swallow my flow like bow waves from boats in Venice
My sentence telepathy lettered, take over your mind for a second
Meditate at it 'til your eyes redden
It's the automatic kinetic energy in the present
Real G's spitting geometric sentence impressions
Germaine starts with a G, who woulda guessed it?
The spirit of St. Germaine in my studio sessions
Telling me what to tell 'em, I'm his vernacular vessel
Binary bar stars make me rap infinitesimal
Kick it so intelligently and intensely
You only a fool when you in the presence of me
The underlined agenda, under thoughts
Release, furl, 'n reverse course, pick the hydrophone up and talk
Operational priority dispatch, spitting raps, tripping the wack
Y'all don't want Bis to attack
Don't act like you forgotten me, this is debauchery
You won't get the nod from me, I put it down constantly
Ask Hip-Hop heads in your area, I'm a Spit Bull Terrier
The more metaphors the merrier
Pardon my fingernails, I just buried the mic
A hundred thou...
[Verse 2]
Feisty enough to fight, so they scared of my bite
Black holes coalesce when I tear through the light
I got a funky, funky, funky, funky flow
Yeah, funky times four is funky you know
I'm the C-A-N-I-B-U-S
My M-E-T-H-O-D is the best
You still not impressed? My tongue compress, puncture your chest
Suck ya breath, rob your lungs for the breath
Poppy seed resin send you to Mic Club heaven
Light-seconds away from galaxy M87
God caused these charged particles to collide
Within the wandering, magnetic fields in my mind, still on the grind
I do this in my spare time with spare rhymes
Cause' I stopped looking for shine, they can't take what's already mine
Shoemaker–Levy 9 will land on 'em when they press rewind
A mental diamond in a physical bondage waiting for embalming
Maybe then I'll be with some real prophets
Oh my god, Canibus is on the college campus!
I wanna ask him some questions 'cause I love his answers
He got a new album out, he the illest, son
.44 curriculum syllabus caliber killing 'em
November 19th, the Mic Club spot check
Can't figure out how the bootleggers got it legged
You want respect? Come to MicClub.net
Try to move ya mouse after I chop ya wrist
Okay, settle down kid, stop talking big
Cause' today we gon' have a pop quiz on Bis
Mic Club: The Curriculum is dropping when?
On November 19th, so go cop it, it's sick