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| Song Title: | C Section |
| Artist: | Canibus Find Canibus on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 42 |
| Hits (Total): | 80 |
| Lyrics: |
[Chorus]
This is the C section Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven This is the C section A lyrical legend second to none in this profession [Canibus] I spit it exquisite And rip it minute by minute I'm in it to win it You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist With a senator minister from the executive senate Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it For an expensive percentage With nine tenths of the credit Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter This is art imitating life imitating art Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk Idealistically I spit for free The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me Challenges me E A six speed prowlers Superior air power Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless Spittin rhymes out by the thousands Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit Attitude cynicism and lassitude Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son Your children disappear from a trition Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar And rock it like thugs who work for mic club Hyped up and tear the mic up my man Move forward as expeditiously as I can Ain't nobody in the world like Bis The nitrous with radio telescopic devices Same type shit Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American Lyricist turned microphone terrorist Airlift me off the front line to my therapist So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this This is what they want this is what they love To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris Theories of super-lattice and super-savage Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch The farther I climb the harder I rhyme You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive The quality of life is an illusion of the mind Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side According to the science of the C-section applied If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised I C-section the sky let my energy rise At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived The only drawback is that I didn't have kids To C-section my beautiful whiz And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his Who knows what the future will bring It stresses me to think This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important Now I gotta follow orders defend borders From Maine to California Seattle to Florida If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her I'd speak to her about my passions As the hourglasses turn my life passes I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him Forget it that's the future this is the present A message to anybody listenin to the C section [Chorus] - repeat 2X |