Cemantics

歌詞

Artist: Canibus Album: Rip the Jacker Song: Cemantics Producer: Stoupe Time: 3:40 (Canibus) Aight yo Let's talk about the incredible rap flow We can have a ‘Dinner for Five' with John Favreau See, it comes to me natural One of my integral attributes is to be lyrically tactful I can prove who's nice and who's not an emcee Through falsifiable scientific hypotheses In recent times I find it's never been about the rhymes The game is very politicized Those who sympathize with they hearts and minds Show hatred through the mouth, body language and eyes Sometimes I say to myself, ‘Why do I even try?' In spite of whatever happens I'll love it ‘til I die (Canibus) If you don't believe in other dimensions, you've been duped They're the main-ingredients in this cosmic soup See the mouse? Grab it! Edit the edges with Avid Is this the picture of a duck or a rabbit? You see ass and tits? Welcome to madness Please try to interpret the following passage Magneto-hydrodynamic mechanics Translated into Canibus' language you'll never understand it It's on when the crowd is cheering me on Waving their arms like they're doing Falun Gong Firearms three-quarters of a million troops strong In a single file line stretched out a mile long Thermodynamics of the second law Isolated physical systems lead toward greater disorder Across the dry desert in the featureless sand Water is secondary to the meaning of man I know but I won't tell It's more to the human race than polymers, proteins and protocells Chemical evolution L and D form sub-units That come from the love of Hip Hop and rap music (Canibus) The scourge of the words I attack the Earth with I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet, what you think? Confuse my shrink with English the publication refuses to print My daughter likes blue and my son likes pink, man, give me a drink What kind of world are we living in? I think it stinks Whatever life you live it's a quick sighted quiz If you perceive something to be real, maybe it is Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez before they go to bed Send them to school, put them in Special Ed Reinforce their paranoia of the fed's Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge The philosophy of the hard-knocks Pan-psychics sit on the block and attempt to talk to rocks In the projects where they harvest the human crop Organic robots that bleed when they get shot If you can survive or thrive in the Jamaican ghetto You deserve the Congressional Medal My heart goes out to all the young bloods The heart has reasons the mind knows not of From the first to the twelfth month I keep a twelve-pump in the trunk for the day when Hell comes Was invincible on the mic when I held one My motto was to blaze all and spare none "I came, I saw, I conquered": Now there's just an empty void Mic Club! Come holla at your boy! //