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letra de dr. c. ph.d - canibus

[intro]
doctor c

[verse 1]
yo, i plan to build a myself a facility before i’m forty
a molecular archeogenetic laboratory
that can -n-lyze complex poetry data for me even if it was recorded poorly
how extraordinary
i frog leap over awkward beats
then i separate rappers by their carbon-14’s
to determine the age of anything ever made
regardless of how the outside surface has changed
i put a curse on your name, bombard your brain
with gamma x-rays ’til you burst into flames
with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal viable style
it’s like trying to ride a bull
let’s have a dictionary duel after school
check into me a nice cedar sinai room
so i can get sick as the flu, spittin’ the truth
if you ain’t got this album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the pale background of the moon
toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits and foods
burning your flammable boxes and booms
got in the groove even though i’m not in the mood
motherf-cker you didn’t win ’cause i can’t lose
give the fans the chance to choose, f-ck you!
who’s the illest? who’s it really up to?
rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier
tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire
’til your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up
cause you said bis ain’t dope, you a d-mn liar
disaster for hire over beats by kyros
flow like the tigris, euphrates with the eye of the tiger in my iris
canibus is a fighter
motherf-cker, my great grandfather was irish
let’s roll the dices, i’ll break you like young tyson
give me the mic man, i don’t need no hype man
put a thousand on me, put one on him
i tear off his limbs, throw him in and tell him to swim
yo, i soak that sugar-coated sh-t in soy sauce
tell the fcc boss, turn that noise off
call detroit’s mafia boss
tell him, “yo, i got a job for you, i want you to bust his b-lls”
drop him off by niagara falls
write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws
n0body disrespects lyrical law
i’m the best there ever is and the best ever was
training like a grunt face down in the mud
with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you wonder where i am right now?
i’m probably somewhere on the microphone f-cking it up
dead or alive, canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine
spittin’ divine, you can’t get it twisted this time
vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips align
doctor c, ph. d, graduated from umg
bright as the lcd display on a new mp
prototype of a true mc
with 3d topography maps you can’t see
butcher on broad street, wrapping cd’s
in butcher paper, doing artwork with sharpies
if you don’t like the quality, then talk to me
what the f-ck you on the website for you creep?
punching the keys, remember that sound
that’s exactly what it sounds like when i’m punching your t–th
kick a rap, b-tch, if you’ve got the gumption to speak
stand next to me, i might put a lump in your meat
diss you and your man, double the beef
to tell you the truth, i thought your reb-ttal was weak
round the outside, blah blah, et cetera et cetera
the body of my literature is bigger than south america
n-gga look, this is all i got to say
suck my p-h-d-i-c-k

- canibus

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