paroles de chanson Cenoir Studies 02 - Canibus
Producer:
Kyros
Time:
5:
02
(Canibus)
Yo,
the
artists
come
and
go,
so
does
the
show,
So
does
the
doe,
nothing
lasts
forever
you
know,
It's
all
about
the
experience
and
what
you
take
from
it,
What
you
learn
in
the
process,
what
you
make
of
it,
Number
two
in
the
world,
at
the
top
of
the
summit,
I
loved
it,
should
have
packed
a
parachute
for
the
plummet,
Now
I'm
humping
these
klicks
crawling
through
mud
pits,
With
guns
and
hundreds
of
clips
on
Uncle
Sam's
budget,
A
hundred
rifles
for
self,
Handcuff
Burt
Reynolds
to
Jim
Brown
and
escape
with
Rachel
Welch,
Isn't
my
queen
lovely?
Feed
her
rum
and
raisin
ice
cream
shower
her
with
diamond
rings
and
money,
Twenty
three
hours
a
day
I
study,
Dreaming
about
beautiful
women,
I
hate
you
gay
Teletubbies,
Dreams
keep
me
alive,
you
can't
take
them
from
me,
The
battlefield
is
bloody,
mean
and
ugly,
My
adrenaline
rushes
when
the
enemy
rush
me,
Trying
to
bust
me
because
I
swore
I'd
defend
my
country,
If
I
could
choose
between
being
lucky
and
having
money,
Nothing
negative
could
ever
touch
me,
What
must
be
is
ultimately
not
up
to
me,
But
I'll
sacrifice
my
life
for
yours
if
you
trust
me,
Pin
my
medals
upon
my
chest,
So
I
can
left,
right,
left
into
certain
death,
God
speed
and
God
bless,
In
the
end
I
hope
God
is
impressed
if
I'm
put
to
rest,
I
did
what
I
came
to
do,
no
time
left,
Say
my
name
out
of
the
blue
because
I
rhyme
the
best,
MicClub.net
see
me
live
in
the
flesh,
You
can
come
and
download
every
rhyme
that
I
spit,
You
can
pay
homage
to
Rip
for
one
dollar
a
clip,
None
of
those
rhymes
is
on
the
album
bitch,
It's
a
storage
facility
where
I
keep
my
shit,
For
the
students
in
the
class
that
want
to
peep
my
shit,
Break
a
bootlegger
leg
if
he
leak
my
shit,
If
you
don't
want
to
sign
in
bitch,
then
eat
my
shit,
Drink
my
piss,
you
could
never
compete
like
this,
I'ma
give
you
an
example
how
deep
I
get,
Technology
not
available
for
purchase,
My
brain
collects,
stores
and
converts
million
bars,
At
a
standoff
distance
at
a
thousand
feet,
I
illuminate
the
target
and
pound
him
to
sleep,
To
within
one
micro
inch
if
you're
out
in
the
street,
I
could
close
my
ears
and
still
move
my
mouth
to
the
beat,
Dial
up
to
your
network
and
make
your
files
delete,
Count
to
three,
listen
to
your
browser
beep,
Too
late,
foot
already
stepped
in
the
faeces,
Doctor
Norton's
too
sick
to
help
your
PC's,
Virtually
I'll
make
your
virtual
memory
freeze,
With
a
weapon
of
mass
destruction,
WMD,
I'm
a
TMC,
trouble
to
emcees,
Destroy
colonies
with
UCAV's,
I'll
send
in
no
less
than
twenty
A-Teams,
Wipe
you
out
before
I
even
get
to
the
B's,
With
my
transatmospheric
space
based
mirrors,
Can
you
write
that
out
without
typographical
error?
Dumb
fucks,
I'm
the
best
ever,
whatever,
Divide
eighteen
by
six,
you
get
the
third
letter,
From
the
lowest
earth
orbit
up
to
the
heavens,
I'll
bomb
y'all
with
lyrics
of
flechettes
and
pellets
forever,
As
a
spitter
I'm
still
tougher
than
leather,
I
had
to
go
underground
to
get
over
the
pressure,
Battle
rap
from
the
Renaissance,
multi-megawatt,
Bury
you
beneath
the
bedrock
on
a
bed
of
rocks,
I
could
never
get
bored,
I'll
write
about
Huxley
Versus
Wilberforce,
fuck
writing
a
killer,
The
Copenhagen
curriculum
of
metaphors,
Everything
from
Bob
Marley
to
Tenor
Saw,
To
System
of
a
Down
song
number
fourteen,
I
see
'Aerials'
in
the
sky
when
I
dream,
The
end
is
near,
I
wish
it
would
hurry
up,
I
feel
nano-bacteria
burning
me
up,
Before
I
explain
in
detail,
you
should
analyze
The
Mars'
mineral
samples
under
my
nails,
Sometimes
I
wonder
whose
listening,
The
auditory
Pavlovian
conditioning
is
so
sickening,
My
adenine,
guanine,
cytosine,
and
thiamine,
Is
really
what
makes
me
rhyme
supreme,
As
soon
as
I
hear
the
beat,
bada-bing,
You've
gotta
think,
"A
hundred
bars?
Damn
that's
a
lot
of
ink,"
Eventually
all
of
my
albums
will
be
out
of
print,
There
will
be
a
clone
for
every
style
I
invent,
For
every
line
I
rhyme
intense,
For
all
the
time
I
spent,
every
word
I
spit
since
'96,
If
you
can
input
at
a
hundred,
I
can
output
way
above
it,
If
we're
in
public
I'll
double
it,
Put
this
on
your
study
list
and
go
study
bitch,
Basically
quoting
Hammer,
"You
Can't
Touch
This,"
I'm
too
assertive
and
alert,
for
what
it's
worth,
My
best
piece
of
work
is
still
yearning
to
be
birthed,
Class
dismissed,
Cenior
Studies
from
Canibus.
(Sample)
There
is
something
mystical,
but
it's
not
rare
And
nobody
should
treat
it
as
though
this
is
something
special
That
writer's
do
Anybody--anybody
born
physically
able
in
the
brain
Can
sit
down
and
begin
to
write
something
and
discover
That
there
are
depths
in
her
soul
or
his
soul
that
are
untapped
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