Текст песни Cemantics - Canibus

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! //