[Intro: 'Gladiator' sample]
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You have proved your valor yet again
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Let us hope for the last time
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But there's no one left to fight, sire
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There is always somebody left to fight
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[Knowledge God]
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Are you an ego monster, writing ten thousand bars?
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I'll melt your squid face with ten thousand stars
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Your battle raps dried up like the ass of the Sphinx
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And your brains fried up my verses make your ball shrink
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I'll kill you like Marie Curie with Ionizing Radiation
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You are facing termination by your own creation
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My metaphors mechanics will toss you off the planet
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You smoke too much chronic, my vocab is volcanic
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Infinite beings with black bars, that eat through rap stars
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Travel time in fast cars, you fire past Mars
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I ran back home to battle Rip on the phone
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Right after I cracked Can-I-Bitch with the Mayan Sun Stone
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You say we'll live without fear for several millions years
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If you hold hands with your peers like a bunch of queers
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My Stryker Brigade driver, strike a gay rapper
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I leave Rip dehydrated with lines of hot lava
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I tie you up with a snake shaped like a sideways eight
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And watch you break and suffocate at an unrelenting pace
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Mechanical skeletal structure was designed with a Heavy Mental
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Your mind's left behind, it's as light as a feathered quill
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The Will of Knowledge God controls thoughts and movement
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And force Can-I-Bitch to eat atomic waste pollutant
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LL crucified your career with 'The Ripper Strikes Back'
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I slice you from ear to ear, who's the Jamaican in the body bag?
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[Canibus]
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Rip the Jacker quantum creator, the quasar quaker
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So many layers I can't demonstrate it on paper
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My melodic emulators cut you down with trachea lasers
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Of deeply deposited argon vapors
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My every verse is a psychic institutional burst
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I choose which layer to listen to first
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At the peak of the Bell Curve, earthquakes make me misspell words
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But loud and clear my every verse is well heard
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They barely understand you
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The unseen hands that sample you and command you, it's quite puritanical
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Henry Louis Gates Jr. said I was a lyrical computer
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A great leader of a spiritual movement
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Homo Noeticus student, the cosmic human
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Homo Evolutis, divine rulers from a digital future
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I'm a poet not a puppet, I spit these rhymes without a budget
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With more infinite rhymes than cousins
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Non-periodic comets, halotolonian bubbles in solidified rock deposits
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When you take the time to unearth what I did
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You will witness infinity, every verse is a bridge
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Uneasy lies the head, my crown is too heavy for your men
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The mixing board got a thousand channels plugged in
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Music generated user generated mixing board entertainment
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For you mental entrainment
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[Canibus]
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The mic on my arm is symbolic for a knowledge bomb
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Celestial arms spiral into viral columns
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I was betrayed the moment you were born
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And more often than not I say it in my songs
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All day long I talk about Lyrical Law
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I reserve the right to say whatever I want
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If God kisses your face and the Devil kissed your ass
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Then how come you ain't got no goddamn cash?
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The breakaway civilization, generation on blast
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The human population is reduced to ten percent of the half
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For those who love to laugh
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Bolides collide with incoming craft
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The geography is nanoscopic nano-typography
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If you don't understand don't mock me
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The midnight lyricist with a one thousand bar cylinders
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A Ripper's lyricism is unlimited
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[Canibus]
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The opening mechanism for the Sphinx is behind the ears
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But there is freedom behind your fears
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I am the autistic King Ellipsis who broke the Ecliptic
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But don't nobody wanna listen
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After twelve I turned into a Rakim gremlin
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Bare witness to my lyrical fitness
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Paranoid chilling Bob Dylan, Hip Hop villain
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Lyrical Law from the heart of the Dark Lizard King still spitting
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Kill a gilla reptile with poisonous venom
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Give 'em a poem in every embolism when the rhythm hit 'em
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Bus 'em, punishes women and children, whoever wit' 'em
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The illest alive, still living, still spitting
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The audio master, blast you with a vocal sample trigger
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| I'm the illest, I'm the illest, I |
