Lyrics: Poet Laureate
Album: MiClub The Curriculum
Artist: Canibus
 

Houston to Earth, watch the Ripper crucify you with verse,

My urethra to ya’ uvula quenches ya’ thirst,
Put ya’ flames out with dry desert dirt, where leopards lurk,
Lock ya’ soul down wit’ a esoteric weapons search,
Strap a bomb to one of ya’ labels’ record clerks
And activate it as soon as they get to work,
Ring the alarm, red alert nigga it gets worse,
Bypass security networks with select words,
Megahertz make nebulas reverse till ya’ head bursts,
Call the press first, and ask’ em who got the best verse,
Gimmie the respect I deserve,
If you are what you eat then it’s obvious I can’t eat what I’m worth,
Ya’ll niggaz eat pussy and burp,
The other half of ya’ll suck dick till ya’ jaws and ya’ neck hurt,
When you address me, nigga end ya’ sentence with sir,
Critics went berserk and they ain’t even heard my best work,
See I broke into they mind by
Quietly goin thru they eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls,
Yeah I earned the name Canibus but what did it cost?
Battle rap is nothing but a serendipitous whore,
Niggaz probably be like what the phuk he dissin’ him for?
Yeah he dissed me first but you were never informed,
I’m one of the top 5 nigga, my shit is tight nigga,
You heard it right nigga, I rock mics nigga,
But the limelight isn’t were I belong,
The top four don’t even look in the mirror no more,
If they did, I’d be in the mirror lookin’ back at ‘em
Ready to grab’ em, kidnap ’em, then put’ em on my album,
I rip jackers, rip the time-space fabric,
Loop the future with the past tense lookin’ for patterns,
Eradicate the Africans that sold Africans to Saxons,
And forced the blackman pay taxes,
Attack a wack bitch with countertactics,
Split ya’ bullet proof chassis in half wit’ a rapid gatlin,
And keep firin’ at ya’ till you trapped in,
Non-combatants scramble for helicopter extraction,
While I’m back at Fort Bragg braggin’, how I tortured them faggots
And stabbed’ em wit’ Rip The Jacker daggers,
Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts
I found in the cabinet written in Arabic,
I’ll translate the characters one by one the way Arafat’s tarot suggests,
Then I make terrorists threats thru ya’ stereo set,
Various anthrax carriers sendin’ sarin to the press,
With an imaginary address, Cani’s the best,
Untraceable, ya’ picture’s unpaintable canvas is wet,
Lemmie dry you off wit’ some of this fire I spit,
26 years old nigga, look how I spit,
Been a microphone fiend since I was like 14,
my cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, Ok…
I’m reloaded you fuckin’ with the wrong MC,
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease to the whole industry,
As potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee,
One shot scrambles ya’ memory indefinitely,
Nowadays 100 bars ain’t impressive to me,
I mean if you steppin’ to me, do it intelligently,
You wanna’ battle or you wanna’ phuckin’ wrestle with me?
You ain’t better than me, you just got an obsession with me,
Organic Canibus hybrid, the cake icing of rhymin,
As I grow older I get colder like the declining climate
On earths environment, entirely tireless,
My rhymes come from a higherness of wireless dialect,
Scientists from Sirius B designed my specs,
I astrally project during hightened sex,
Chakras connect, doctors inspect
What they can’t possibly interpet yet,
That’s why they revert to threats,
They curse and throw fits,
They like immature Earth cadets lookin’ like Captain Kirk in a dress,
Lyrically I’ll step on you, rip on you,
Then I’ll defecate what I just digested on you,
I’m better than you, I’m better than you, I’m better than you,
Just to get the checkered flag I’ll put the pressure on you,
Put the extra effort on you,
Write a muthaphukin’ letter to you and them editors too,
Threatenin’ you,
Detectives check ya’ mail and ya’ messages too,
You can take this verbal slashin’ I left as a clue,
I execute the type of wickedness the devil approves,
Which basically means I could do whatever with you,
I’m a rap music mutant, wit’ a cool name,
Misconstrued fame, but I spit butane,
Blue flames outta’ giant CO2 tanks,
Demagnetized memory banks, enhanced and advanced,
One of kind like modern mans retina scans,
Quick as a glance or flickers from kerosene lamps,
What you want me to break first, ya’ jaw or ya’ grill?
What type of spit you want from me… sparkling or still?
Studied law at Yale, draw up my own deals,
So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel,
I’ll spread ya’ ganglia from Tanzania to the Flats of East Anglia,
Give up, you can’t keep up, the man eater in a wife beater,
Spreadin’ typhoid fever thru mic recievers, with light reverb,
Type in the right keywords – I might emerge,
It takes a really nice nigga to excite these nerds,
Niggaz wanna’ see the gully in me, keep phukin’ wit’ me,
Never under pressure, I keep the pressure under me,
Bun the weed, drop a freestyle on the internet,
Watch niggaz bun the CD,
I uploaded a picture of ya’ mum gettin’ DP’d,
I’m one size away from 13, believe me she peed,
I’m the illest, and it’s gon be that way forever,
Word of mouth is good but a mouth with words is better…
Niiiicccckkkkaaaa! Nobody’s sicker than the Ripper!