Lyrics:

(Canibus)
Yo, the artists come and go, so does the show
So does the doe, nothing lasts forever you know
It's all about the experience and what you take from it
What you learn in the process, what you make of it
Number two in the world, at the top of the summit
I loved it, should have packed a parachute for the plummet
Now I'm humping these klicks crawling through mud pits
With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget
A hundred rifles for self
Handcuff Burt Reynolds to Jim Brown and escape with Rachel Welch
Isn't my queen lovely?
Feed her rum and raisin ice cream shower her with diamond rings and money
Twenty three hours a day I study
Dreaming about beautiful women, I hate you gay Teletubbies
Dreams keep me alive, you can't take them from me
The battlefield is bloody, mean and ugly
My adrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me
Trying to bust me because I swore I'd defend my country
If I could choose between being lucky and having money
Nothing negative could ever touch me
What must be is ultimately not up to me
But I'll sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me
Pin my medals upon my chest
So I can left, right, left into certain death
God speed and God bless
In the end I hope God is impressed if I'm put to rest
I did what I came to do, no time left
Say my name out of the blue because I rhyme the best
MicClub.net see me live in the flesh
You can come and download every rhyme that I spit
You can pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
It's a storage facility where I keep my shit
For the students in the class that want to peep my shit
Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my shit
If you don't want to sign in bitch, then eat my shit
Drink my piss, you could never compete like this
I'ma give you an example how deep I get
Technology not available for purchase
My brain collects, stores and converts million bar verses
At a standoff distance at a thousand feet
I illuminate the target and pound him to sleep
To within one micro inch if you're out in the street
I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat
Dial up to your network and make your files delete
Count to three, listen to your browser beep
Too late, foot already stepped in the faeces
Doctor Norton's too sick to help your PC's
Virtually I'll make your virtual memory freeze
With a weapon of mass destruction, WMD
I'm a TMC, trouble to emcees
Destroy colonies with UCAV's
I'll send in no less than twenty A-Teams
Wipe you out before I even get to the B's
With my transatmospheric space based mirrors
Can you write that out without typographical error?
Dumb fucks, I'm the best ever, whatever
Divide eighteen by six, you get the third letter
From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens
I'll bomb y'all with lyrics of flechettes and pellets forever
As a spitter I'm still tougher than leather
I had to go underground to get over the pressure
Battle rap from the Renaissance, multi-megawatt
Bury you beneath the bedrock on a bed of rocks
I could never get bored, I'll write about Huxley
Versus Wilberforce, fuck writing a killer chorus
The Copenhagen curriculum of metaphors
Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saw
To System of a Down song number fourteen
I see 'Aerials' in the sky when I dream
The end is near, I wish it would hurry up
I feel nano-bacteria burning me up
Before I explain in detail, you should analyze
The Mars' mineral samples under my nails
Sometimes I wonder whose listening
The auditory Pavlovian conditioning is so sickening
My adenine, guanine, cytosine, and thiamine
Is really what makes me rhyme supreme
As soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing
You've gotta think, 'A hundred bars? Damn that's a lot of ink'
Eventually all of my albums will be out of print
There will be a clone for every style I invent
For every line I rhyme intense
For all the time I spent, every word I spit since '96
If you can input at a hundred, I can output way above it
If we're in public I'll double it
Put this on your study list and go study bitch
Basically quoting Hammer, 'You Can't Touch This'
I'm too assertive and alert, for what it's worth
My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed
Class dismissed
Cenior Studies from Canibus

(Outro: sample)
There is something mystical, but it's not rare
And nobody should treat it as though this is something special
That writer's do
Anybody--anybody born physically able in the brain
Can sit down and begin to write something and discover
That there are depths in her soul or his soul that are untapped