| Yo the artists come and go, so does the show
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| So does the dough, nothin lasts forever you know
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| 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 Shoulda packed a parachute for the plummet
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| Now I’m opening these clips crawlin through mud pits
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| With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam’s budget
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| Hundred rifles itself, handcuff Bert Reynolds
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| To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
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| Isn’t my queen lovely? |
| feed her rum of rays
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| And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings and money
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| 23 hours a day I study
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| Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay teletubies
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| Dreams keep my alive you can’t take em from me The battlefield is bloody, mean, and ugly
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| My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me Tryin to bust me cuz I swore I’d defend my country
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| If I could choose between being lucky and having money
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| Nothing negative could ever touch me What must be is ultimately not up to me
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| But I sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me Pin my medals upon my chest
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| So I could left-right-left in a certain death
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| God’s speed and God bless
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| In the end I hope God is impressed if I’m put to rest
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| I did what I came to do, no time left
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| Say my name out the blue cuz I rhyme it the best
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| Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh
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| You could come and download every rhyme that I spit
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| You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
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| None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
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| It’s a storage facility where I keep my shit
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| For the students in the class that wanna peep my shit
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| Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my shit
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| You don’t wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit
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| Drink my piss, you could never compete like this
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| I’ma give you an example how deep I get
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| Technology not available for purchase
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| My brains collects, stores, and converts million bar verses
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| At a stand-off distance of a thousand feet
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| I illuminate the target and pound em to sleep
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| To within one micro-inch if you out in the street
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| I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat
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| Dial-up to your network and make your files delete
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| Count to three, listen to you browse a beat
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| Too late, foot already stepped in the feces
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| Dr. Norton’s too sick to help your PCs
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| Virtually I make your virtual memory freeze
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| With a weapon of mass destruction double you MD’s
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| I’m a TMC trouble to MCs
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| Destroy colonies with UCAVs
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| I send in no less than twenty 18s
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| Wipe you out before I even get to the beach
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| With my Trans-atmospheric space based mirrors
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| Can you write that out without typographical error?
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| Dumb fucks I’m the best ever whatever
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| Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter
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| From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens
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| I bomb y’all wit lyrics of flesh shredders and petters forever
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| As a spitter I’m still tougher than leather
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| I had to go underground to get over the pressure
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| Battle rap from the Renaissance multi-megawatt
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| Bury you beneath the bedrock on the bed of rocks
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| I could never get bored
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| I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin killer chorus
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| Copenhaven curriculum of metaphors
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| Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saul
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| The System of A Down song number 14
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| I see aerials in the sky when I dream
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| The end is near I wish it would hurry up I feel nano-bacteria burning me up Before I explain in detail
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| You should examine the Mahr’s mineral samples under my nails
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| Sometimes I wonder who’s listening
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| The auditory Pavlovian conditioning’s so sickening
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| My adenine, guanine, cytosine,
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| And thymine is really what makes my rhyme supreme
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| Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing
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| You gotta think: a hundred bars… damn, that’s a lotta ink
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| Eventually all of my albums’ll be out of print
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| There’ll be a clone for every style I invent
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| For every line I rhyme intense
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| For all the time I spent, every word I spit since 96
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| If you could input at a hundred
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| I could output way above it, if we in public, I double it Put this on your study list and go study, bitch
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| Basically «ing Hammer you «can't touch this»
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| I’m too assertive and alert for what its worth
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| My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed
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| Class Dismissed
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| Cenoir Studies from Canibus
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| There is something mystical, but it’s not RARE
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| and nobody should treat it as though this is something special
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| that writer’s do… anybody--anybody born physically able in the brain
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| can sit down and begin to write something and discover
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| that there are depths in her soul or his soul that are untapped |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cenoir Studies 02, artist - Canibus. Album song Miclub - The Curriculum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп