Title 17 USMC - Canibus

The battery of one thousand psychological tests

I am exhausted and stressed but I continue to press

She asked me if I’m the best, I signed languaged back YES

Spell words wrong while writing down rhymes nowadays

My hairs are beginning to grey, that’s why I’ma shave

The sky dark purple, low crawl through the wormhole

Took me back to 1998 at Universal

2008 I’m eternal,

You know I’m still nice with the verbals and I ain’t even heard you

Your views, your virtues, what you gonna do

when Martial Law curfews lock down your Rock Band Rehearsal?

Got Ground Zero asthma cancer

Buried on the Moon as the top Hip Hop Commander

After talking to Paul Laffoley, he spoke about perigee and apogee

Something that I understood naturally

The mindscape, the other atmosphere is my space

But in my case, I seem trapped by the rhymes that I make

Canibus code for a data tabulated below

It’s the end of the World you know, glad you made it to the show

According to Title 17 USC

Section 107, Canibus is just an MC

I’m a Reggae turned rap translator from Jamaica

You a hater with that white boy haji behaviour

You could say what you say, but, my catalogue greater

Everything you heard before with more layers

Poet Laureate V, why didn’t they accept me?

If I remember correctly, lets see

The «C"of Tranquility, the mind will ascend

The audio will blend into multiples of ten

The lies we have been told really are the truth

So together we will all learn again what we knew

Proud to have come so far, spit another bar

The carousel issue continues to revolve unresolved

Take my hand Ripper Grand Wizard chain of command

Take this torch to another land, tell them who I am

The riot squad robot look like Robocop photoshopped

Heckler and Koch, Semi-auto stock

I speak into the mic, leaves fall off the «Tree of life»

But next Fall I’ma see if you nice.