(Canibus) It's Mentally unimaginable, mathematically incalculable Inextricably infallible Let's not forget, utterly impossible or morally insurmountable To a**ume that I could lose if I battled you My scholastic aptitude is 1,602 A 100 bars was just a glimpse of the truth Physical proof that I'm the best at this I've constructed sentences, that'll stand longer then Stonehenge megaliths My first and second albums consists of more then a million terabits More then any of you rappers ever spit Vote for me as president, in about a day or so I'll be up in the White House, getting fel**tio By an administrative a**istant with deep throat bu*t naked on the floor, knee deep in some coke Or on a speaker phone, freestyling with some of my folks Humping a who*e tampering with the Republican vote I'm like Mel Gibson in Braveheart, fighting swordsman Dodging arrows from the archers, cause I'm a horseman Flying circles around you like flying saucers Flying circles around the Royal Air Force's flying fortress Maximize my wins, minimize my losses ‘Till I'm exhausted, then lounge like the lyricists on Rawkus I'm unsigned right now, it's like I'm an orphan Looking for a home taking all calls and offers Notify the prince and the Duke of Earl I'm probably the illest English speaking emcee in the world (Canibus) Ghetto fabulous, verbally hazardous Ask any Baptist, Roman Catholic or satanic activist Even them trippy hippies on college campuses know about Canibus
I've got fans like beads on an abacus My styles totally out the bracket Scientist with thick gla**es and pocket protectors want to patent it My talent is unmatched by any rapper in this rapping biz By any rapper on this planet's grid Show me where he is, I sign the ordinance To bomb his coordinates with Agent Orange and torture him Burn the skin off of him, throw a towel on him and stomp on him Rip the towel off then pour salt on him Continue my verbal a**ault on him ‘till it's twelve in the morning And turn into the werewolf monster on him I rip his heart out, eat it while it's still pumping The blood still running, it tastes like boiled dumplings Starving artist, I turned down scholarships to Oxford College Cause I heard they didn't serve porridge Smarter than any man in Scotland Yard is Used to work for MI6 but quit cause I couldn't take orders The most awesome walking, talking, breathing English speaking MC in the European region Rip you to pieces like communism leaflets Beef with 'Bis is like playing chess without the pieces Modern Christians without Jesus, Rastas without Reefer Jamaicans in Princeton without Visa's Radio's without speakers, Mother Nature without the four seasons Without a jacket outside when it's freezing I'ma tell you straight up, no lie Canibus is the illest motherf**er alive Yo, 2001 Another dog joint production Word up, East-Side baby