《Poet Laureate II》是Canibus演唱的一首歌曲。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Poet Laureate II
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：2003年07月22日
- 歌手：Canibus
- 所屬專輯：Rip The Jacker
基本內容
Yo, why is the Ripper so ill? //
That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal //
He said, 揙ne of these days all eyes will be on me //
When they look up in the sky and see the neon 慍?//
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories //
The first time-machine inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a visionary indeed //
He believed light could travel in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers //
Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never liked to propagate rumors //
Smoked Canary Island cigars //
Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads //
He had a strong mind //
He used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his bonsais //
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time //
But he would never take it out of his archives //
He wrote two songs per day //
And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay //
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey //
He got a 慒?but he deserved an 慉?//
I followed his career from the first day //
It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways //
I抳e seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays //
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame //
Public humiliation was the worst pain //
He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldn抰 want another emcee to suffer the same //
Especially when there抯 nothing to gain //
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it //
He spit 憈il his tongue was too torched to taste it //
Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations //
To extract the information, they found it utterly amazing //
They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting //
Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him //
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten //
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language //
With sound but without shape or signature //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd //
Outside there was a she'd with an Oppenheimer lock //
He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud //
We were in total awe cause it blew our minds //
So many rhymes that were intricately designed //
He WAS poet laureate of his time //
And if you don抰 mind I抎 like to share some of his rhymes //
Alone in my room looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the focus of the moon //
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion //
What is the maximum field rate application? //
The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin //
Affects the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but that抯 just the basics //
The juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus抯 position //
The precision of something no other has written //
Way above and beyond what was intended //
The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence //
You didn抰 go to college, obviously //
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology //
Your remarkable odyssey //
The rhyme抯 at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe //
Your competency is not up to speed, you抮e not in my league //
You couldn抰 possibly be hotter than me //
Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees //
You抣l squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please //
My intellectual property抯 about the size of Greece //
Your counselor advised you not to speak //
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat //
In the words of Joseph Heller, 揑 learned how to write better,?even though it sort of irked me //
He said he didn抰 understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at it's mercy //
Which exploits my point perfectly //
And certainly reinforces the reason why nobody抯 probably ever heard of me //
Couldn抰 understand what I mean by 慽ll?//
Lest you try to translate what I print to film //
This is the line of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied //
The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni //
A wise man sees failure as progress //
A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic //
And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel //
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialist抯 view I抦 a better rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two, my attitude is fucked up but admirable //
Different methods interpreted into different forms //
From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms //
Not just spitting a poem, there抯 much more involved //
There抯 much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws //
And rays of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars //
Maybe I am self-absorbed //
But that抯 the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R //
Today is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was //
Permitting you抳e heard of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club //
With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are you抎 never see me, son //
Yeah, I know my name抯 Canibus but I can抰 help you if you need a dub //
I came to holler at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump //
Where抎 you get conceited from? I抦 so nice on the mic they want to beat me up //
It抯 deep as fuck, I ain抰 seen it all but I抳e seen enough, really unbelievable stuff //
There抯 a lot of times when I want to speak but I抦 stuck //
I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone //
With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my back with the Emperor抯 Stamp //
Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began //
Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang //
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary //
I said to myself, 慓ermaine, this is insane, it抯 suicide, it抯 controlled flight into terrain?//
I fought to regain control the plane but went up in a ball of flames //
And got banned from the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame //
For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again //
It cost me everything //
I抦 convinced now that more than the truth is at stake //
Where people create language that pretends to communicate //
Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes //
But it抯 a byproduct of the ghetto music we make //
From an extroverted point of view, I think it抯 too late //
Hip-Hop has never been the same since eighty-eight //
Since it became a lucrative profession there抯 a misconception //
That a movement in any direction is progression //
Even though the potency of it lessens //
Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a fuck no more //
No one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore抯 Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard //
Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob //
To the right full-throttle and added panache //
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth //
That抯 like me telling myself, 揇on抰 tell me what to do?//
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself can抰 believe //
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable //
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me? //
And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy? //
You wonder what抯 my infatuation with Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why don抰 you speak to me? //
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me //
That抯 why I said it so vehemently //
You need to replace the hate with respect, I抦 probably the best yet //
Poet Laureate! //
