Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the so ill? //
That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to //
He said, One of days all eyes will be on me //
they 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 than ten centuries, and memories //
The time-machine inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a indeed //
He believed light travel in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza two blue metric rulers //
Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never liked to propagate //
Canary Island cigars //
Liked luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads //
He had a strong //
He used to about rhymes while 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 wrote two per day //
And was constantly experimenting his wordplay //
In his youth he did a on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey //
He got a F but he an A //
I followed his from the first day //
It seemed the lack of contributed to his inert ways //
Ive seen him put in hour workdays //
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst //
Public humiliation was the worst //
He was spinning out of like a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want emcee to suffer the same //
Especially theres nothing to gain //
He was the alive but nobody would face it //
He spit til his tongue was too to taste it //
Properly funded corporations his latest creations //
To extract the information, they found it amazing //
They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless //
Never to him the art galleries hated him //
Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten //
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles in language //
With sound but shape or signature //
files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd //
Outside there was a shed with an lock //
He apparently more wax than Madame Tussaud //
We in total awe cause it blew our minds //
So many rhymes that intricately designed //
He WAS poet laureate of his //
And if you dont mind Id like to some of his rhymes //
Alone in my looking through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the of the moon //
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more a subjective conclusion //
is the maximum field rate application? //
The glaciation surrounding the ocean basin //
Affects the population on a continuous basis but thats just the basics //
The juxtaposition of Can-I-Buss //
The of something no other has written //
Way above and what was intended //
The unparalleled malleable of a sentence //
You didnt go to college, //
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible //
Your odyssey //
The at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe //
Your competency is not up to speed, youre not in my //
You couldnt be hotter than me //
Or oppositely at minus degrees //
Youll squeeze but the condensation rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to speak figuratively, please //
My intellectual propertys about the of Greece //
Your counselor advised you not to //
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming they stopped the beat //
In the words of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even it sort 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 probably ever heard of me //
Couldnt understand what I by ill //
Lest you try to translate what I to film //
This is the of will, the circle of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic phonetics render tongue-tied //
The personified dry of cum laude alumni //
A wise man failure as progress //
A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the //
And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature has no content //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a and be naturally cruel //
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, from an existentialists view Im a better than you //
Grab the mic and rip physical fabric in two, my attitude is fucked up but admirable //
Different interpreted into different forms //
entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms //
Not just a poem, theres much more involved //
Theres much pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
Forty-eight orders of mechanical //
And rays of cause enhance the cadence of my bars //
I am self-absorbed //
But thats the effect, to find the you should ask my A&R //
Today is what it is but because yesterday was what it was //
Permitting heard of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy in the club //
With the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd see me, son //
Yeah, I my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub //
I came to holler at some big booty bitches and to the speakers thump //
Whered you get conceited Im so nice on the mic they want to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I aint it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff //
Theres a lot of times when I want to 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 //
a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my back the Emperors Stamp //
Been spitting scientific rap since the century began //
to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang //
Every has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary //
I said to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled into terrain //
I to regain control the plane but went up in a ball of flames //
And got banned the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame //
For two bars I hearing in my head over and over again //
It cost me //
Im convinced now that than the truth is at stake //
people create language that pretends to communicate //
Euphemisms are as mistakes //
But its a of the ghetto music we make //
From an point of view, I think its too late //
has never been the same since eighty-eight //
Since it became a lucrative profession a misconception //
That a in any direction is progression //
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 since the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo //
Lyrically I took rap music and turned the //
To the right full-throttle and panache //
Why would I argue my own conscience over the truth //
Thats like me telling myself, Dont me what to do //
and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say things I myself cant believe //
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it 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 infatuation 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 the hate with respect, Im probably the best yet //
Laureate! //