(Canibus)
The secret of the ages, I illuminate with logic
What I speak is more than just deep; it's bottomless
With common sense, I'm organized like crime and mafias
Plus the way I rhyme is prime, like Optimus
A rapologist, you could sit and do the knowledge with
From G.E.D.'s, to degrees, from Ivy League colleges
I politic with any magazine columnist
About topics other emcee's won't even bother with
Rock solid sh** like stones and monuments
It's obvious the third eye of the obelisk is watching us
Closely, through a microscope and a pair of binoculars
Ghetto scholars like me, who study street calculus
I utilize every letter of the Arabic alphabet
To touch a part of your body that makes you feel erogenous
(Canibus)
I grab the tail of a comet, follow it to the apocalypse
Slow it down with my retro-rockets, until I stop it
Rhymes be like, unidentified flying objects
The positive, positive, beliefs in your self-conscience
(Canibus)
The devolution I bring is a diagrammatic enigma
I'm Monad, so I'll elucidate the stimulus
Somebody pa** my diadem
You probably think that it's incubus
Because I'm an inimical epiphany
This is an epistolary symphony, seriously //