Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the Ripper so //
would be an unpardonable breech of confidence 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 with an ion beam for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, impressions and //
The time-machine inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a indeed //
He believed light could in multiples of c //
The organic that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers //
Liked Cool J but Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never to propagate rumors //
Canary Island cigars //
Liked American luxury cars and Asian broads //
He had a mind //
He used to philosophize about rhymes he was pruning his bonsais //
He claimed that he had written the rhyme of all time //
But he would never 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 the first day //
It seemed the of support contributed to his inert ways //
Ive seen him put in twenty-four hour //
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst //
Public was the worst pain //
He was spinning out of control a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the //
Especially when nothing to gain //
He was the alive but nobody would face it //
He spit til his was too torched to taste it //
Properly funded corporations his latest creations //
To the information, they found it utterly amazing //
They claimed the body of his work was the thing as a priceless painting //
Never mattered to him the art galleries him //
Thomas Kinkade called and said he would 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 //
Outside there was a with an Oppenheimer lock //
He kept more wax than Madame Tussaud //
We were in total awe it blew our minds //
So many rhymes were intricately designed //
He WAS poet of his time //
And if you dont mind Id to share some of his rhymes //
in my room looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the of the moon //
One should not assume the of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion //
What is the maximum field rate //
The runaway glaciation surrounding the basin //
Affects the population on a continuous basis but thats just the basics //
The of Can-I-Buss position //
The precision of no other has written //
Way above and beyond what was //
The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a //
You go to college, obviously //
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible //
Your odyssey //
The rhymes at modest speeds when the brain the body not to breathe //
Your competency is not up to speed, not in my league //
You couldnt be hotter than me //
Or oppositely at twenty-five degrees //
Youll but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to speak figuratively, please //
My intellectual propertys the size of Greece //
counselor advised you not to speak //
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until stopped the beat //
In the words of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even though it of irked me //
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he he was at its mercy //
exploits my point perfectly //
And certainly reinforces the reason why nobodys probably heard of me //
Couldnt understand I mean by ill //
Lest you try to translate I print to film //
This is the of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic render critics tongue-tied //
The dry humor of cum laude alumni //
A wise man failure as progress //
A fool his knowledge and misses the logic //
And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be naturally //
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialists view Im a rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two, my is fucked up but admirable //
Different methods interpreted into forms //
From entirely different perceptions and seen from different //
Not just a poem, theres much more involved //
Theres more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
orders of mechanical laws //
And rays of creational enhance 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 because was what it was //
Permitting 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 at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump //
Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they want to me up //
Its as fuck, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff //
a lot of times when I want to speak but Im stuck //
I should this rap shit alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the to speak freely lyrically on the microphone //
With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my with the Emperors Stamp //
Been spitting rap since the seventeenth century began //
Trying to escape the 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 said to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into //
I to regain control the plane 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 over and over //
It cost me //
Im convinced now that more the truth is at stake //
Where people create language that pretends to //
are misunderstood as mistakes //
But its a byproduct of the music we make //
an extroverted point of view, I think its too late //
Hip-Hop has never been the same since //
Since it became a profession theres a misconception //
a movement in any direction is progression //
Even though the potency of it //
Big money industries checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a fuck no //
No one goes to the bookstore ever since the of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward and Leo Szilard //
I took rap music and turned the knob //
To the right and added panache //
Why would I argue my own conscience over the truth //
Thats me telling myself, Dont tell me what to do //
and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself cant believe //
My is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it makes you miserable //
You wonder why I never let you play your for me? //
And why I keep my studio enshrouded in //
You wonder whats my with Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why dont you 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 respect, Im probably the best yet //
Laureate! //