| Once more, it has been done
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| That in order to save it You would have to raise the specter again
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| I am going to tell them the truth
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| About their ministry of justice
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| But if we didn’t though
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| It would surely be cause for war!
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| Ok its time to get started.
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| Don’t want to but the forces forced me When it can’t category allegory
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| They translated it for me U-M-L-O-U-T: Umlaut
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| That’s the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth
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| Spit threw and out the very grotesque few are best
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| Burn through vests
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| Since the university of Budapest
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| Sitting in a room with a windowless view
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| Concentrating; |
| looking at you
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| Freeze frame frozen at the very moment
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| The wormhole opens
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| You know Canibus has spoken
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| The circumference of a third eye so vibrant
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| To me, Ezekiel’s Wheel was just a spare tire
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| My epithelial genetic fiber was forged in the protoplasmic fires in a black
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| geyser
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| The explosion can described as a white Iris
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| When the absolute began, I don’t know where I was
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| I musta just been a piece of micro dust
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| That’s why I the fuck love mics so much
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| My micro, macro robotic rap flow
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| The Magna Carta of the entire rap world
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| Mayflower 2002 Phase 1
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| Adapt to the press of gravity is laid on my lungs
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| The theory of communication called cannons
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| Dissertation with a makeover in camouflage makeup
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| Light waves bend to the wake of bust
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| Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals crush
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| Acid reflux all over your face, you fuck
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| Grab heart with bare hands,
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| Squeeze and spray blood
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| You iller than me? |
| Gimme a call:
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| Dear boss,
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| You mind if I share my thoughts?
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| Psychotherapy is expensive, can you share my costs?
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| In a cushioned room with leather doors
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| Handwriting experts take a look at the letters I draw
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| Excessive graftedness, there’s no space between words
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| Excessive cross-outs: it must be my nerves
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| Rhymes that vaporize dis-ablize and destabilize
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| Pray to God, say Goodbye
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| Six minutes Vinnie Paz you’re on Lyrically this is the liberty of Liberal Arts
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| Canibus: Consume Creatine and Create
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| cAnibus: Anemometers analyze air intake
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| caNibus: The H.N.I.C that narrates
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| canIbus: Innate intelligent Interface
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| caniBus: Biogenetetic Behemoth obliterate
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| canibUs: Youth on fire, You both bleed
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| canibuS: Micnificentlly sound Mc Liberal Arts with JMT
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| I’m the god of war,
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| the resurrector of the horror-core
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| The carnivore, destroying you wasn’t hard at all
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| I started raw, so the haters could see what could happen
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| I was Allah while the pagans were speaking in Latin
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| I’m the origin of science and math
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| I’m the origin of everything you trying to grasp
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| Been dying to ask if Jedi Mind is the real
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| Well I’ll let you inside my mind and you decide how it feel
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| I’m dying to kill
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| And bring to you apocalypse
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| I start a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips
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| Fuck the head, I’m aimin right for your esophagus
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| Hang you from a hook then drink the blood your body drips
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| I got the power of the lead a fucking shotty spits
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| And leave you weaker than the mafia that’s Gotti-less
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| With Canibus: get deep like psychoanalysts
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| Vinne Paz the fucking Hand-to-Fist-Philanthropist
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| What? |
| Its fucking Vinnie Paz daddy
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| Yeah Jedi Mind baby
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| (For the people of the world)
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| Canibus baby
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| Let it now be noted
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| Mic Club
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| What’s the fucking deal?
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| That here in our decision
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| This is what we stand for
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| Justice, Truth and the value of a single human being
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| Liberal Arts
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| Mic Club the Curriculum
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| Can-I-bus hittin 'em
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| Rippin 'em |