| Song | M-Sea-Cresy |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Rip The Jacker |
| 作词 : Baldwin, Williams | |
| Artist: Canibus | |
| Album: Rip the Jacker | |
| Song: M-Sea-Cresy | |
| Producer: Stoupe | |
| Time: 3:50 | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Out of the Umbilicus Mundi, | |
| This is lyrical lunacy from a human being to speak so fluently, | |
| Bars of poetry without precedence, complete par excellence, | |
| Listen to the 'Levitibus' testament, | |
| To understand me you need help, | |
| You've got to see the film ‘The Day After Trinity' written by Jon Else, | |
| To understand that, you must know thyself, | |
| You should keep listening 'cause Canibus' flow might help | |
| (Canibus) | |
| To find the answers that we didn't know, | |
| Maybe Edgar Allen Poe's description of El Dorado is not so, | |
| See, the reason there's no light at the end of the tunnel, | |
| Is ‘cause we're really not in a tunnel we're trapped in a bubble, | |
| The government hierarchy and the dregs of society, | |
| Can you explain why you believe Hell is fiery? | |
| We're suffering from symptoms of drapetomania, | |
| Slavery isn't over it just took a new alias, | |
| The Data Repository establishment and maintenance, | |
| Almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens, | |
| Why write lyrics when I can make a better living, | |
| Selling freeze-dried venom to wildlife clinics, | |
| ‘Cause I hate the thought of being a predictable bore, | |
| Once you get used to me you won't love me no more, | |
| The ‘Final Soliloquy of the Internal Paramour', | |
| What are we all to do when rap music is gone? | |
| I hope “God and the imagination are one”, | |
| A golden tongue, can achieve synchronicity with the Sun, | |
| Transcended beyond the flesh and the blood, ‘cause this is level one, | |
| After this album my message is done | |
| (Canibus) | |
| But you can't battle me, so you'd rather embarrass me, | |
| I maintain dignity in the face of calamity, | |
| They reach out their hand to me and talk dishonestly, | |
| But I read through their syntactic structure like Noam Chomsky, | |
| A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers, | |
| I'd rather get some now than get some later, | |
| Take a break from writing rhymes on paper, recondition my character, | |
| Change my nature with seven days of Vipassana, | |
| Let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed, | |
| So famished, in fact, I needed a rest, | |
| To regenerate my mind, | |
| Bless the cornerstone of my rhyme with corn, oil and wine, | |
| Then see the light in a luminous paradigm, | |
| It became more apparent with time, | |
| All I had to do was follow the signs, | |
| To be a better man I need help, | |
| I've just got to find the link between my inner deity and myself |
| zuò cí : Baldwin, Williams | |
| Artist: Canibus | |
| Album: Rip the Jacker | |
| Song: MSeaCresy | |
| Producer: Stoupe | |
| Time: 3: 50 | |
| Canibus | |
| Out of the Umbilicus Mundi, | |
| This is lyrical lunacy from a human being to speak so fluently, | |
| Bars of poetry without precedence, complete par excellence, | |
| Listen to the ' Levitibus' testament, | |
| To understand me you need help, | |
| You' ve got to see the film ' The Day After Trinity' written by Jon Else, | |
| To understand that, you must know thyself, | |
| You should keep listening ' cause Canibus' flow might help | |
| Canibus | |
| To find the answers that we didn' t know, | |
| Maybe Edgar Allen Poe' s description of El Dorado is not so, | |
| See, the reason there' s no light at the end of the tunnel, | |
| Is ' cause we' re really not in a tunnel we' re trapped in a bubble, | |
| The government hierarchy and the dregs of society, | |
| Can you explain why you believe Hell is fiery? | |
| We' re suffering from symptoms of drapetomania, | |
| Slavery isn' t over it just took a new alias, | |
| The Data Repository establishment and maintenance, | |
| Almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens, | |
| Why write lyrics when I can make a better living, | |
| Selling freezedried venom to wildlife clinics, | |
| ' Cause I hate the thought of being a predictable bore, | |
| Once you get used to me you won' t love me no more, | |
| The ' Final Soliloquy of the Internal Paramour', | |
| What are we all to do when rap music is gone? | |
| I hope " God and the imagination are one", | |
| A golden tongue, can achieve synchronicity with the Sun, | |
| Transcended beyond the flesh and the blood, ' cause this is level one, | |
| After this album my message is done | |
| Canibus | |
| But you can' t battle me, so you' d rather embarrass me, | |
| I maintain dignity in the face of calamity, | |
| They reach out their hand to me and talk dishonestly, | |
| But I read through their syntactic structure like Noam Chomsky, | |
| A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers, | |
| I' d rather get some now than get some later, | |
| Take a break from writing rhymes on paper, recondition my character, | |
| Change my nature with seven days of Vipassana, | |
| Let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed, | |
| So famished, in fact, I needed a rest, | |
| To regenerate my mind, | |
| Bless the cornerstone of my rhyme with corn, oil and wine, | |
| Then see the light in a luminous paradigm, | |
| It became more apparent with time, | |
| All I had to do was follow the signs, | |
| To be a better man I need help, | |
| I' ve just got to find the link between my inner deity and myself |