Poet Laureate Lyrics
| Song | Poet Laureate |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Miclub - The Curriculum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Houston to Earth, watch the Ripper crucify you with verse, | |
| My urethra to ya' uvula quenches ya' thirst, | |
| Put ya' flames out with dry desert dirt, where leopards lurk, | |
| Lock ya' soul down wit' a esoteric weapons search, | |
| Strap a bomb to one of ya' labels?record clerks | |
| And activate it as soon as they get to work, | |
| Ring the alarm, red alert nigga it gets worse, | |
| Bypass security networks with select words, | |
| Megahertz make nebulas reverse till ya' head bursts, | |
| Call the press first, and ask' em who got the best verse, | |
| Gimmie the respect I deserve, | |
| If you are what you eat then it's obvious I can't eat what I'm worth, | |
| Ya'll niggaz eat pussy and burp, | |
| The other half of ya'll suck dick till ya' jaws and ya' neck hurt, | |
| When you address me, nigga end ya' sentence with sir, | |
| Critics went berserk and they ain even heard my best work, | |
| See I broke into they mind by | |
| Quietly goin thru they eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls, | |
| Yeah I earned the name Canibus but what did it cost? | |
| Battle rap is nothing but a serendipitous whore, | |
| Niggaz probably be like what the phuk he dissin' him for? | |
| Yeah he dissed me first but you were never informed, | |
| I'm one of the top 5 nigga, my shit is tight nigga, | |
| You heard it right nigga, I rock mics nigga, | |
| But the limelight isn't were I belong, | |
| The top four don't even look in the mirror no more, | |
| If they did, I be in the mirror lookin' back at m | |
| Ready to grab' em, kidnap 'em, then put' em on my album, | |
| I rip jackers, rip the time-space fabric, | |
| Loop the future with the past tense lookin' for patterns, | |
| Eradicate the Africans that sold Africans to Saxons, | |
| And forced the blackman pay taxes, | |
| Attack a wack bitch with countertactics, | |
| Split ya' bullet proof chassis in half wit' a rapid gatlin, | |
| And keep firin' at ya' till you trapped in, | |
| Non-combatants scramble for helicopter extraction, | |
| While I'm back at Fort Bragg braggin', how I tortured them faggots | |
| And stabbed' em wit' Rip The Jacker daggers, | |
| Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts | |
| I found in the cabinet written in Arabic, | |
| I'll translate the characters one by one the way Arafat tarot suggests, | |
| Then I make terrorists threats thru ya' stereo set, | |
| Various anthrax carriers sendin' sarin to the press, | |
| With an imaginary address, Cani's the best, | |
| Untraceable, ya' picture's unpaintable canvas is wet, | |
| Lemmie dry you off wit' some of this fire I spit, | |
| 26 years old nigga, look how I spit, | |
| Been a microphone fiend since I was like 14, | |
| my cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, Ok... | |
| I'm reloaded you fuckin' with the wrong MC, | |
| Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease to the whole industry, | |
| As potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee, | |
| One shot scrambles ya' memory indefinitely, | |
| Nowadays 100 bars ain't impressive to me, | |
| I mean if you steppin' to me, do it intelligently, | |
| You wanna' battle or you wanna' phuckin?wrestle with me? | |
| You ain't better than me, you just got an obsession with me, | |
| Organic Canibus hybrid, the cake icing of rhymin, | |
| As I grow older I get colder like the declining climate | |
| On earths environment, entirely tireless, | |
| My rhymes come from a higherness of wireless dialect, | |
| Scientists from Sirius B designed my specs, | |
| I astrally project during hightened sex, | |
| Chakras connect, doctors inspect | |
| What they can't possibly interpet yet, | |
| That's why they revert to threats, | |
| They curse and throw fits, | |
| They like immature Earth cadets lookin' like Captain Kirk in a dress, | |
| Lyrically I'll step on you, rip on you, | |
| Then I'll defecate what I just digested on you, | |
| I'm better than you, I'm better than you, I'm better than you, | |
| Just to get the checkered flag I'll put the pressure on you, | |
| Put the extra effort on you, | |
| Write a muthaphukin' letter to you and them editors too, | |
| Threatenin' you, | |
| Detectives check ya' mail and ya' messages too, | |
| You can take this verbal slashin' I left as a clue, | |
| I execute the type of wickedness the devil approves, | |
| Which basically means I could do whatever with you, | |
| I'm a rap music mutant, wit' a cool name, | |
| Misconstrued fame, but I spit butane, | |
| Blue flames outta' giant CO2 tanks, | |
| Demagnetized memory banks, enhanced and advanced, | |
| One of kind like modern mans retina scans, | |
| Quick as a glance or flickers from kerosene lamps, | |
| What you want me to break first, ya' jaw or ya' grill? | |
| What type of spit you want from me... sparkling or still? | |
| Studied law at Yale, draw up my own deals, | |
| So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel, | |
| I'll spread ya' ganglia from Tanzania to the Flats of East Anglia, | |
| Give up, you can't keep up, the man eater in a wife beater, | |
| Spreadin?typhoid fever thru mic recievers, with light reverb, | |
| Type in the right keywords - I might emerge, | |
| It takes a really nice nigga to excite these nerds, | |
| Niggaz wanna' see the gully in me, keep phukin' wit' me, | |
| Never under pressure, I keep the pressure under me, | |
| Bun the weed, drop a freestyle on the internet, | |
| Watch niggaz bun the CD, | |
| I uploaded a picture of ya' mum gettin' DP'd, | |
| I'm one size away from 13, believe me she peed, | |
| I'm the illest, and it's gon be that way forever, | |
| Word of mouth is good but a mouth with words is better... | |
| Niiiicccckkkkaaaa! Nobody's sicker than the Ripper! |
| Houston to Earth, watch the Ripper crucify you with verse, | |
| My urethra to ya' uvula quenches ya' thirst, | |
| Put ya' flames out with dry desert dirt, where leopards lurk, | |
| Lock ya' soul down wit' a esoteric weapons search, | |
| Strap a bomb to one of ya' labels? record clerks | |
| And activate it as soon as they get to work, | |
| Ring the alarm, red alert nigga it gets worse, | |
| Bypass security networks with select words, | |
| Megahertz make nebulas reverse till ya' head bursts, | |
| Call the press first, and ask' em who got the best verse, | |
| Gimmie the respect I deserve, | |
| If you are what you eat then it' s obvious I can' t eat what I' m worth, | |
| Ya' ll niggaz eat pussy and burp, | |
| The other half of ya' ll suck dick till ya' jaws and ya' neck hurt, | |
| When you address me, nigga end ya' sentence with sir, | |
| Critics went berserk and they ain even heard my best work, | |
| See I broke into they mind by | |
| Quietly goin thru they eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls, | |
| Yeah I earned the name Canibus but what did it cost? | |
| Battle rap is nothing but a serendipitous whore, | |
| Niggaz probably be like what the phuk he dissin' him for? | |
| Yeah he dissed me first but you were never informed, | |
| I' m one of the top 5 nigga, my shit is tight nigga, | |
| You heard it right nigga, I rock mics nigga, | |
| But the limelight isn' t were I belong, | |
| The top four don' t even look in the mirror no more, | |
| If they did, I be in the mirror lookin' back at m | |
| Ready to grab' em, kidnap ' em, then put' em on my album, | |
| I rip jackers, rip the timespace fabric, | |
| Loop the future with the past tense lookin' for patterns, | |
| Eradicate the Africans that sold Africans to Saxons, | |
| And forced the blackman pay taxes, | |
| Attack a wack bitch with countertactics, | |
| Split ya' bullet proof chassis in half wit' a rapid gatlin, | |
| And keep firin' at ya' till you trapped in, | |
| Noncombatants scramble for helicopter extraction, | |
| While I' m back at Fort Bragg braggin', how I tortured them faggots | |
| And stabbed' em wit' Rip The Jacker daggers, | |
| Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts | |
| I found in the cabinet written in Arabic, | |
| I' ll translate the characters one by one the way Arafat tarot suggests, | |
| Then I make terrorists threats thru ya' stereo set, | |
| Various anthrax carriers sendin' sarin to the press, | |
| With an imaginary address, Cani' s the best, | |
| Untraceable, ya' picture' s unpaintable canvas is wet, | |
| Lemmie dry you off wit' some of this fire I spit, | |
| 26 years old nigga, look how I spit, | |
| Been a microphone fiend since I was like 14, | |
| my cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, Ok... | |
| I' m reloaded you fuckin' with the wrong MC, | |
| CreutzfeldtJakob disease to the whole industry, | |
| As potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee, | |
| One shot scrambles ya' memory indefinitely, | |
| Nowadays 100 bars ain' t impressive to me, | |
| I mean if you steppin' to me, do it intelligently, | |
| You wanna' battle or you wanna' phuckin? wrestle with me? | |
| You ain' t better than me, you just got an obsession with me, | |
| Organic Canibus hybrid, the cake icing of rhymin, | |
| As I grow older I get colder like the declining climate | |
| On earths environment, entirely tireless, | |
| My rhymes come from a higherness of wireless dialect, | |
| Scientists from Sirius B designed my specs, | |
| I astrally project during hightened sex, | |
| Chakras connect, doctors inspect | |
| What they can' t possibly interpet yet, | |
| That' s why they revert to threats, | |
| They curse and throw fits, | |
| They like immature Earth cadets lookin' like Captain Kirk in a dress, | |
| Lyrically I' ll step on you, rip on you, | |
| Then I' ll defecate what I just digested on you, | |
| I' m better than you, I' m better than you, I' m better than you, | |
| Just to get the checkered flag I' ll put the pressure on you, | |
| Put the extra effort on you, | |
| Write a muthaphukin' letter to you and them editors too, | |
| Threatenin' you, | |
| Detectives check ya' mail and ya' messages too, | |
| You can take this verbal slashin' I left as a clue, | |
| I execute the type of wickedness the devil approves, | |
| Which basically means I could do whatever with you, | |
| I' m a rap music mutant, wit' a cool name, | |
| Misconstrued fame, but I spit butane, | |
| Blue flames outta' giant CO2 tanks, | |
| Demagnetized memory banks, enhanced and advanced, | |
| One of kind like modern mans retina scans, | |
| Quick as a glance or flickers from kerosene lamps, | |
| What you want me to break first, ya' jaw or ya' grill? | |
| What type of spit you want from me... sparkling or still? | |
| Studied law at Yale, draw up my own deals, | |
| So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel, | |
| I' ll spread ya' ganglia from Tanzania to the Flats of East Anglia, | |
| Give up, you can' t keep up, the man eater in a wife beater, | |
| Spreadin? typhoid fever thru mic recievers, with light reverb, | |
| Type in the right keywords I might emerge, | |
| It takes a really nice nigga to excite these nerds, | |
| Niggaz wanna' see the gully in me, keep phukin' wit' me, | |
| Never under pressure, I keep the pressure under me, | |
| Bun the weed, drop a freestyle on the internet, | |
| Watch niggaz bun the CD, | |
| I uploaded a picture of ya' mum gettin' DP' d, | |
| I' m one size away from 13, believe me she peed, | |
| I' m the illest, and it' s gon be that way forever, | |
| Word of mouth is good but a mouth with words is better... | |
| Niiiicccckkkkaaaa! Nobody' s sicker than the Ripper! |
| Houston to Earth, watch the Ripper crucify you with verse, | |
| My urethra to ya' uvula quenches ya' thirst, | |
| Put ya' flames out with dry desert dirt, where leopards lurk, | |
| Lock ya' soul down wit' a esoteric weapons search, | |
| Strap a bomb to one of ya' labels? record clerks | |
| And activate it as soon as they get to work, | |
| Ring the alarm, red alert nigga it gets worse, | |
| Bypass security networks with select words, | |
| Megahertz make nebulas reverse till ya' head bursts, | |
| Call the press first, and ask' em who got the best verse, | |
| Gimmie the respect I deserve, | |
| If you are what you eat then it' s obvious I can' t eat what I' m worth, | |
| Ya' ll niggaz eat pussy and burp, | |
| The other half of ya' ll suck dick till ya' jaws and ya' neck hurt, | |
| When you address me, nigga end ya' sentence with sir, | |
| Critics went berserk and they ain even heard my best work, | |
| See I broke into they mind by | |
| Quietly goin thru they eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls, | |
| Yeah I earned the name Canibus but what did it cost? | |
| Battle rap is nothing but a serendipitous whore, | |
| Niggaz probably be like what the phuk he dissin' him for? | |
| Yeah he dissed me first but you were never informed, | |
| I' m one of the top 5 nigga, my shit is tight nigga, | |
| You heard it right nigga, I rock mics nigga, | |
| But the limelight isn' t were I belong, | |
| The top four don' t even look in the mirror no more, | |
| If they did, I be in the mirror lookin' back at m | |
| Ready to grab' em, kidnap ' em, then put' em on my album, | |
| I rip jackers, rip the timespace fabric, | |
| Loop the future with the past tense lookin' for patterns, | |
| Eradicate the Africans that sold Africans to Saxons, | |
| And forced the blackman pay taxes, | |
| Attack a wack bitch with countertactics, | |
| Split ya' bullet proof chassis in half wit' a rapid gatlin, | |
| And keep firin' at ya' till you trapped in, | |
| Noncombatants scramble for helicopter extraction, | |
| While I' m back at Fort Bragg braggin', how I tortured them faggots | |
| And stabbed' em wit' Rip The Jacker daggers, | |
| Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts | |
| I found in the cabinet written in Arabic, | |
| I' ll translate the characters one by one the way Arafat tarot suggests, | |
| Then I make terrorists threats thru ya' stereo set, | |
| Various anthrax carriers sendin' sarin to the press, | |
| With an imaginary address, Cani' s the best, | |
| Untraceable, ya' picture' s unpaintable canvas is wet, | |
| Lemmie dry you off wit' some of this fire I spit, | |
| 26 years old nigga, look how I spit, | |
| Been a microphone fiend since I was like 14, | |
| my cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, Ok... | |
| I' m reloaded you fuckin' with the wrong MC, | |
| CreutzfeldtJakob disease to the whole industry, | |
| As potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee, | |
| One shot scrambles ya' memory indefinitely, | |
| Nowadays 100 bars ain' t impressive to me, | |
| I mean if you steppin' to me, do it intelligently, | |
| You wanna' battle or you wanna' phuckin? wrestle with me? | |
| You ain' t better than me, you just got an obsession with me, | |
| Organic Canibus hybrid, the cake icing of rhymin, | |
| As I grow older I get colder like the declining climate | |
| On earths environment, entirely tireless, | |
| My rhymes come from a higherness of wireless dialect, | |
| Scientists from Sirius B designed my specs, | |
| I astrally project during hightened sex, | |
| Chakras connect, doctors inspect | |
| What they can' t possibly interpet yet, | |
| That' s why they revert to threats, | |
| They curse and throw fits, | |
| They like immature Earth cadets lookin' like Captain Kirk in a dress, | |
| Lyrically I' ll step on you, rip on you, | |
| Then I' ll defecate what I just digested on you, | |
| I' m better than you, I' m better than you, I' m better than you, | |
| Just to get the checkered flag I' ll put the pressure on you, | |
| Put the extra effort on you, | |
| Write a muthaphukin' letter to you and them editors too, | |
| Threatenin' you, | |
| Detectives check ya' mail and ya' messages too, | |
| You can take this verbal slashin' I left as a clue, | |
| I execute the type of wickedness the devil approves, | |
| Which basically means I could do whatever with you, | |
| I' m a rap music mutant, wit' a cool name, | |
| Misconstrued fame, but I spit butane, | |
| Blue flames outta' giant CO2 tanks, | |
| Demagnetized memory banks, enhanced and advanced, | |
| One of kind like modern mans retina scans, | |
| Quick as a glance or flickers from kerosene lamps, | |
| What you want me to break first, ya' jaw or ya' grill? | |
| What type of spit you want from me... sparkling or still? | |
| Studied law at Yale, draw up my own deals, | |
| So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel, | |
| I' ll spread ya' ganglia from Tanzania to the Flats of East Anglia, | |
| Give up, you can' t keep up, the man eater in a wife beater, | |
| Spreadin? typhoid fever thru mic recievers, with light reverb, | |
| Type in the right keywords I might emerge, | |
| It takes a really nice nigga to excite these nerds, | |
| Niggaz wanna' see the gully in me, keep phukin' wit' me, | |
| Never under pressure, I keep the pressure under me, | |
| Bun the weed, drop a freestyle on the internet, | |
| Watch niggaz bun the CD, | |
| I uploaded a picture of ya' mum gettin' DP' d, | |
| I' m one size away from 13, believe me she peed, | |
| I' m the illest, and it' s gon be that way forever, | |
| Word of mouth is good but a mouth with words is better... | |
| Niiiicccckkkkaaaa! Nobody' s sicker than the Ripper! |
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