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 look up in the sky and see the C //
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for //
For more than ten centuries, and memories //
The time-machine inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a indeed //
He believed could travel in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers //
Liked Cool J but Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never liked to rumors //
Smoked Island cigars //
Liked American cars and beautiful Asian broads //
He had a mind //
He used to philosophize about while he was pruning his bonsais //
He claimed that he had written the rhyme of all time //
But he never take it out of his archives //
He two songs per day //
And was constantly experimenting his wordplay //
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Sky Survey //
He got a F but he an A //
I followed his career the first day //
It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert //
Ive seen him put in hour workdays //
With deferred pay, by the worst shame //
Public was the worst pain //
He was spinning out of control like a five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want another to suffer the same //
Especially when theres nothing to //
He was the illest alive but nobody would it //
He spit til his tongue was too to taste it //
Properly funded Carbon-dated his latest creations //
To the information, they found it utterly amazing //
claimed 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 would ten //
Complete wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language //
With sound but without or signature //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we it was odd //
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer //
He apparently kept more wax than Madame //
We were in total awe cause it blew our //
So many rhymes that were designed //
He WAS laureate of his time //
And if you dont mind Id like to share some of his //
Alone in my room looking the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the of the moon //
One should not the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion //
What is the maximum field rate //
The runaway glaciation the ocean basin //
the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics //
The juxtaposition of position //
The precision of something no has written //
Way above and what was intended //
The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a //
You didnt go to college, //
I can by your ungodly unintelligible terminology //
Your odyssey //
The rhymes at speeds when 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 at minus twenty-five degrees //
Youll squeeze but the condensation rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga //
My intellectual about the size of Greece //
Your counselor you not to speak //
My counselor advised me to keep until they stopped the beat //
In the words of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, though it sort of irked me //
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its //
exploits my point perfectly //
And certainly the reason why nobodys probably ever heard of me //
Couldnt what I mean by ill //
Lest you try to translate I print to film //
This is the line of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the of one line //
Academic phonetics critics tongue-tied //
The dry humor of cum laude alumni //
A man sees failure as progress //
A fool his knowledge and misses the logic //
And loses his in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could a fool 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 physical fabric in two, my attitude is fucked up but //
Different methods interpreted into forms //
From entirely different perceptions and from different norms //
Not just a poem, theres much more involved //
much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
Forty-eight orders of mechanical //
And rays of creational cause the cadence of my bars //
Maybe I am //
But thats the effect, to the cause you should ask my A&R //
Today is what it is but only yesterday was what it was //
youve heard of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, drunk in the club //
With the DJ doing the rub, chances are youd never see me, son //
Yeah, I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you a dub //
I came to holler at some big booty bitches and to the speakers thump //
Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really stuff //
Theres a lot of times I want to speak but Im stuck //
I should leave this rap alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely on the microphone //
With a pen in my hand I bring to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my back the Emperors Stamp //
Been scientific rap since the seventeenth century began //
to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang //
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to between enemy and adversary //
I to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain //
I to regain control the plane but went up in a ball of flames //
And got banned from the Hip-Hop of Fame //
For two bars I hearing in my head over and over again //
It me everything //
Im convinced now that more the truth is at stake //
people create language that pretends to communicate //
Euphemisms are misunderstood as //
But its a byproduct of the ghetto we make //
From an extroverted point of view, I think its too //
Hip-Hop has never been the same since //
Since it became a lucrative profession a misconception //
That a movement in any is progression //
Even though the potency of it //
Big money writing checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a fuck no //
No one goes to the ever since the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard //
Lyrically I rap music and turned the knob //
To the right and added panache //
Why I argue with my own conscience over the truth //
Thats like me telling myself, Dont tell me to do //
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I cant believe //
My lyrical is so elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable //
You wonder why I never let you play beats for me? //
And why I my studio enshrouded in secrecy? //
You whats my infatuation with Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why you speak to me? //
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that me //
Thats why I it so vehemently //
You need to the hate with respect, Im probably the best yet //
Laureate! //