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