Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the Ripper so //
That would be an unpardonable of confidence for me to reveal //
He said, One of days all eyes will be on me //
When look up in the sky and see the neon C //
Rhymes inscribed on a disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity //
For more ten centuries, impressions and memories //
The first time-machine inventor will me //
was a visionary indeed //
He believed light could in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of with two blue metric rulers //
Liked J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never to propagate rumors //
Smoked Canary cigars //
Liked American cars and beautiful Asian broads //
He had a mind //
He to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his bonsais //
He claimed that he had the greatest rhyme of all time //
But he would never take it out of his //
He two songs per day //
And was constantly with his wordplay //
In his youth he did a report on the Digital Sky Survey //
He got a F but he an A //
I his career from the first day //
It seemed the lack of support to his inert ways //
Ive seen him put in hour workdays //
deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame //
Public was the worst pain //
He was spinning out of control a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want another to suffer the same //
Especially theres nothing to gain //
He was the illest but nobody would face it //
He spit til his tongue was too to taste it //
Properly corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations //
To extract the information, they it utterly amazing //
They claimed the body of his was the same thing as a priceless painting //
mattered to him the art galleries hated him //
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would ten //
Complete enigmas wrapped in encrypted in language //
sound but without shape or signature //
Kept files in his on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd //
Outside there was a with an Oppenheimer lock //
He apparently kept more wax than Madame //
We were in awe cause it blew our minds //
So many rhymes that intricately designed //
He WAS poet of his time //
And if you dont mind Id to share some of his rhymes //
Alone in my looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the focus of the //
One should not assume the philosophy of Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion //
is the maximum field rate application? //
The glaciation surrounding the ocean basin //
the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics //
The of Can-I-Buss position //
The precision of something no other has //
Way above and beyond was intended //
The unparalleled malleable of a sentence //
You didnt go to college, //
I can tell by ungodly unintelligible terminology //
Your remarkable //
The rhymes at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to //
Your competency is not up to speed, not in my league //
You couldnt possibly be hotter me //
Or at minus twenty-five degrees //
Youll but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to figuratively, nigga please //
My intellectual about the size of Greece //
Your counselor you not to speak //
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they the beat //
In the words of Joseph Heller, I how to write better, even though it sort of irked me //
He said he didnt the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy //
Which exploits my perfectly //
And certainly reinforces the reason why nobodys probably heard of me //
Couldnt what I mean by ill //
Lest you try to translate what I to film //
This is the line of will, the of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic phonetics critics tongue-tied //
The personified dry humor of cum laude //
A wise man sees as progress //
A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the //
And loses his soul in the process obsessed nonsense with a caricature that has no content //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could a fool and be naturally cruel //
Words of scorn are a tool, from an existentialists view Im a better rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two, my attitude is up but admirable //
Different methods interpreted different forms //
From entirely different and seen from different norms //
Not just a poem, theres much more involved //
Theres more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
Forty-eight of mechanical laws //
And of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars //
I am self-absorbed //
But thats the effect, to the cause you should ask my A&R //
Today is it is but only because yesterday was what it was //
youve heard of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, drunk in the club //
With the DJ the needle rub, chances are youd never see me, son //
Yeah, I know my names Canibus but I help you if you need a dub //
I came to holler at big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump //
Whered you get conceited from? Im so on the mic they want to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable //
a lot of times when I want to speak but Im stuck //
I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible in the privacy of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak lyrically on the microphone //
With a pen in my hand I motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my back with the Emperors //
spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began //
Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics //
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to between enemy and adversary //
I said to myself, Germaine, is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain //
I fought to regain control the but went up in a ball of flames //
And got banned from the Hall of Fame //
For two bars I kept hearing in my head and over again //
It cost me //
Im convinced now that more than the is at stake //
Where people language that pretends to communicate //
are misunderstood as mistakes //
But its a of the ghetto music we make //
an extroverted point of view, I think its too late //
Hip-Hop has never the same since eighty-eight //
Since it became a lucrative profession theres a //
That a movement in any direction is //
Even the potency of it lessens //
Big money industries writing checks to suppress the //
And nobody gives a fuck no //
No one goes to the bookstore ever the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo //
Lyrically I rap music and turned the knob //
To the right full-throttle and added //
Why I argue with my own conscience over the truth //
Thats like me myself, Dont tell me what to do //
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say I myself cant believe //
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it you miserable //
You why I never let you play your beats for me? //
And why I keep my enshrouded in secrecy? //
You wonder whats my infatuation Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why you speak to me? //
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a that features me //
Thats why I said it so //
You need to replace the hate with respect, Im probably the yet //
Laureate! //