Kyros - Dr. C. Ph.D lyrics

Doctor C! Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40 A molecular archeogenetic laboratory That can an*lyze complex poetry data for me Even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary I frog leap over awkward beats Then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s To determine the age of anything ever made Regardless of how the outside surface has changed I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain With gamma x-rays till you burst into flames With the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal Viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull Let's have a dictionary duel after school Check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room So I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth If you ain't got this album, you missing the proof Prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes Glow against the pale background of the moon Toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits and foods Burning your flammable boxes and booms Got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood Motherf**er you didn't win cause I can't lose Give the fans the chance to choose, f** you Who's the illest? Who's it really up to? Rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier Tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire Till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up Cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar Disaster for hire over beats by pious Flow like the Tigris, Euphrates with the eye of the tiger In my iris, Canibus is a fighter Motherf**er, my great grandfather was Irish Let's roll the dices, I'll break you like young Tyson Give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man Put a thousand on me, put one on him I tear off his limbs, throw him in and tell him to swim Yo I soak that sugar-coated sh** in soy sauce Tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off Call Detroit's Mafia Boss Tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls Drop him off by Niagra Falls Write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws Nobody disrespects lyrical law I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was Training like a grunt face down in the mud With blood, sweat, and tears, s**ing it up Yo, you wonder where I am right now I'm probably somewhere on the microphone f**ing it up Dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme To be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine Spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time Vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips align Dr C, PHD graduated from UMG Bright as the LCD display on a new MP Prototype of a true MC With 3d topography maps you can't see Butcher on Broad Street, wrapping CDs In butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies If you don't like the quality, then talk to me What the f** you on the website for you creep? Punching the keys, remember that sound That's exactly what it sounds like when I'm punching your teeth Kick a rap, b**h, if you've got the gumption to speak Stand next to me, I might put a lump in your meat Diss you and your man, double the beef To tell you the truth, I thought your rebu*tal was weak Round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra The body of my literature is bigger than South America n***a look, this is all I got to say s** my P-H-D-I-C-K