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 all eyes will be on me //
When look up in the sky and see the neon C //
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, and memories //
The first time-machine inventor will me //
Canibus was a indeed //
He believed could travel in multiples of c //
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of with two blue metric rulers //
Liked Cool J but thought Jay Gould was cooler //
And he never liked to propagate //
Smoked Canary Island //
Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian //
He had a strong //
He used to philosophize about rhymes he was pruning his bonsais //
He claimed that he had the greatest rhyme of all time //
But he would never it out of his archives //
He wrote two per day //
And was experimenting with 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 to his inert ways //
Ive him put in twenty-four hour workdays //
With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst //
Public was the worst pain //
He was out of control like a class five hurricane //
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to the same //
Especially when theres 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 claimed the body of his work was the thing as a priceless painting //
Never to him the art galleries hated him //
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he take ten //
enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language //
With but without shape or signature //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a fireproof pod, we it was odd //
Outside there was a shed an Oppenheimer lock //
He apparently kept wax than Madame Tussaud //
We in total awe cause it blew our minds //
So many that were intricately designed //
He WAS laureate of his time //
And if you dont mind Id to share some of his rhymes //
Alone in my room looking 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 field rate application? //
The runaway glaciation the ocean basin //
Affects the population fluctuation on a continuous basis but just the basics //
The juxtaposition of position //
The of something no other has written //
Way above and what was intended //
The unparalleled enunciation of a sentence //
You didnt go to college, //
I can tell by ungodly unintelligible terminology //
Your remarkable //
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 possibly be hotter me //
Or oppositely at minus twenty-five //
Youll squeeze but the makes rifle barrels freeze //
Allow me to figuratively, nigga please //
My intellectual propertys about the of Greece //
Your advised you not to speak //
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the //
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 //
Which exploits my 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 line of will, the of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic phonetics critics tongue-tied //
The dry humor of cum laude alumni //
A man sees failure as progress //
A fool divorces his and misses the logic //
And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature has no content //
My is masterful, multilateral, I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel //
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool, 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 into different //
From entirely perceptions and seen from different norms //
Not just spitting a poem, theres much involved //
Theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to //
Forty-eight of mechanical laws //
And rays of creational cause the cadence of my bars //
Maybe I am //
But thats the effect, to find the 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 needle rub, chances are never see me, son //
Yeah, I my names Canibus but I cant 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 nice on the mic want to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable stuff //
Theres a lot of times when I want to 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 freely lyrically on the microphone //
a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my with the Emperors Stamp //
Been scientific rap since the seventeenth century began //
Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the 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 flight into terrain //
I fought to regain control the plane but up in a ball of flames //
And got banned from the Hall of Fame //
For two bars I kept hearing in my over and over again //
It cost me //
Im convinced now that more than the truth is at //
Where people create language that pretends to //
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 been the same eighty-eight //
Since it became a profession theres a misconception //
That a movement in any direction is //
Even the potency of it lessens //
Big money industries checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a no more //
No one to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard //
Lyrically I took rap and turned the knob //
To the full-throttle and added panache //
Why I argue with my own conscience over the truth //
Thats like me telling myself, Dont me what to do //
Dialyses and 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 let you play your beats for me? //
And why I keep my studio in secrecy? //
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia //
Canibus, why dont you to me? //
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that me //
Thats why I said it so //
You need to replace the hate with respect, Im the best yet //
Laureate! //