Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the Ripper so //
That would be an unpardonable breech of for me to reveal //
He said, One of these days all will be on me //
When they up in the sky and see the neon C //
Rhymes on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, and memories //
The first inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a visionary //
He light could travel 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 liked to rumors //
Smoked Island cigars //
Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian //
He had a mind //
He used to philosophize about rhymes while he was his bonsais //
He claimed he had written the greatest rhyme of all time //
But he would take it out of his archives //
He two songs per day //
And was constantly experimenting with his //
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky //
He got a F but he an A //
I followed his career from the day //
It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert //
Ive seen him put in twenty-four workdays //
With deferred pay, by the worst shame //
Public humiliation was the worst //
He was spinning out of control a class five hurricane //
He said he want another emcee 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 funded corporations Carbon-dated his creations //
To extract the information, they found it utterly //
They the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting //
Never mattered to him the art hated him //
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he take ten //
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in //
With sound but shape or signature //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a pod, we thought it was odd //
there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock //
He apparently kept more wax than Tussaud //
We were in awe cause it blew our minds //
So many rhymes were intricately designed //
He WAS poet laureate of his //
And if you dont mind Id like to share of his rhymes //
Alone in my room through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
the focus of the moon //
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective //
What is the maximum rate application? //
The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean //
Affects the population fluctuation on a basis but thats just the basics //
The of Can-I-Buss position //
The precision of something no has written //
Way above and what was intended //
The malleable enunciation of a sentence //
You didnt go to college, //
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible //
Your odyssey //
The rhymes at modest speeds the brain orders the body not to breathe //
competency is not up to speed, youre not in my league //
You couldnt possibly be hotter me //
Or oppositely at twenty-five degrees //
Youll squeeze but the condensation rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to figuratively, nigga please //
My intellectual propertys about the of Greece //
Your counselor advised you not to //
My counselor me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat //
In the of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even though it sort of irked me //
He said he understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy //
exploits my point perfectly //
And certainly the reason why nobodys probably ever heard of me //
Couldnt understand what I by ill //
Lest you try to what I print to film //
This is the line of will, the circle of time, the of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic phonetics critics tongue-tied //
The dry humor of cum laude alumni //
A wise man sees failure as //
A fool his knowledge and misses the logic //
And loses his soul in the process with nonsense with a caricature that has no content //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a and be naturally cruel //
of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialists view Im a better rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip your fabric in two, my attitude is fucked up but admirable //
Different interpreted into different forms //
From entirely different perceptions and from different norms //
Not just spitting a poem, theres more involved //
Theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to //
Forty-eight orders of mechanical //
And rays of creational cause the cadence of my bars //
I am self-absorbed //
But thats the effect, to find the cause you ask my A&R //
Today is what it is but only because was what it was //
youve heard of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, drunk in the club //
With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd see me, son //
Yeah, I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you a dub //
I came to holler at big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump //
you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they want to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really stuff //
a lot of times when I want to speak but Im stuck //
I leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the liberty to freely lyrically on the microphone //
With a pen in my I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my with the Emperors Stamp //
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 hang //
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to to discern between enemy and adversary //
I said to myself, Germaine, is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain //
I fought to regain control the plane but went up in a ball of //
And got banned from the Hip-Hop Hall of //
For two bars I hearing in my head over and over again //
It cost me //
Im now that more than the truth is at stake //
Where people create language that pretends to //
Euphemisms are misunderstood as //
But its a byproduct of the 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 theres a misconception //
That a movement in any direction is //
Even though the potency of it //
Big money industries checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a no more //
No one goes to the bookstore since the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward and Leo Szilard //
Lyrically I took rap music and turned the //
To the right full-throttle and panache //
Why would I argue with my own conscience the truth //
Thats like me myself, Dont tell me what to do //
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I cant believe //
My is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable //
You wonder why I never let you your beats for me? //
And why I my studio enshrouded in secrecy? //
You wonder whats my with Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why you speak to me? //
Yo, I it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me //
why I said it so vehemently //
You need to replace the hate respect, Im probably the best yet //
Laureate! //