Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Thesis, artist - Canibus. Album song The Masterpiece Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Master Thesis |
This is the master thesis underneath the deepness |
Come to micclub.net where you can read this |
run a plot on a map hyper space 'ya |
From the society for scientific exploration |
color is vibration, vibration is sound |
sound resonates through the mouth check it out |
What I say vibrates no less than 9 ways |
South, South East, West, south west, east |
North, North east, North west |
And the black and white images fade |
to great sound waves |
Track my adversaries like a mouse in a maze |
with a bewildering array, of lyrical display |
The best of Bis oftenly rearrange |
Moto atomic elements, with a deft intelligence |
The highest professorship, my English etiquette |
compels me to not say it if I can’t spell it bitch |
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all |
Atlantis was surrounded by 4 sea walls |
I read one-fourth of the Library of Alexandria |
before it was burnt to the floor |
I wish I could’ve learned more |
about the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw |
They were new millennium but Euclidian in form |
ancient in many ways but not nearly as old |
Carved from Egyptian gold molded in Assyria |
with processed Beryllium by the quintillion |
They cooked on symmetrical stoves |
with my logo etched above the hole where they inserted the coal |
And they barbecued birds to the bone |
They burned incense in a Buck Mister Fuller type dome |
I talked to Mr. Fuller over the phone |
and he said he had a contract to rebuild Rome |
said he didn’t want to do it alone |
I told him I was busy writing poems |
but I’ll think about going |
The process was slow, and the dough was low |
but I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow |
plus I never traveled that far from home |
but I heard about the beauty of Sydonian (city of ancient Phoenicia) snow |
neon green grass, statues made from translucent glass |
I’ll be crazy to pass |
I like nigerian Jazz |
the blue twilight band |
that plays tunes from a laser black sax |
it sounds so laid back |
it helps me relax |
I brought the album after seeing K-Pax |
Ooh how I miss my nautilus |
i was told faren goat and mcdotilus did not exist |
you have a modest case of scaphocephalous |
I prescribe some neo gothic anti-biotics |
words concocted from the lyrical lock smith |
deadly as 10 droplets of Ricin toxin |
from every angle the competition gets boxed in its Dr. C indoctrinates his doctrine |
translate the English alphabet |
to the omega text |
life is now and death is next |
post bond out on bail from the belly of hell |
communicate through diatonic and pentatonic scale |
these dark side tales might affect sales |
I set sail and hunt down erect sperm whales |
use the aphrodisiac to get a female |
call ginger tie her up and drink her ginger ale |
grand maryey for me scotch on the rocks for you |
your vocab is smaller than a cup of jewels |
in the studio with james lipton |
reminiscing about the script that was written |
before the beginning |
all of a sudden the boo’s turned into applause |
my jaws stronger then the kenenday Macaws |
cant even count the bars |
i’ve expended so far |
don’t want to rap no more its been so long |
i wish the clock would hurry up and tick |
im out in the bush and the sticks |
humpin a hundred clicks |
dr scholes gave me a good fit |
me and him went to school together back in 86 |
when I was really ill |
puttin flank energy in a rhyme the size of a Tylenol pill |
you wanna laugh now |
and cast your belligerent doubt |
show you what poetry is really about |
the side affects will make you pass out |
followed by skin rash |
itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth |
you want a time out? |
you better spit a rhyme out |
before the community of real mc’s die out |
college students say to me you ain’t smart |
Record label A&Rs say: this ain’t art |
these are the contents of the covenant of the art |
listen to my chest beat tell me this ain’t heart |
You gotta be as obsequious |
as the Disciples of Jesus |
this is my MASTER THESIS |