Canibus - Curriculum 101 | Текст песни

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Intro: Claims are being made
That for me go far beyond the available evidence,
And in fact in many cases are often contradictive evidence,
And that bothers me.

Forensic psychologist Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally never understand Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his glandular excretions,
Realms of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, spliced wit' bovine leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, they call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 inch feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams when I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living eats the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom transforms human beings to beasts,
Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth?,
It's the optical stimuli, of watching men cry,
I hope I have time to repent before I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid becomes concrete,
Like a falcon up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking down at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase shiftin to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the books that I read,
Sucking from the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a genious without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, without breathing,
Near death, on a fatal quest for air,
But why should anyone care, he put himself there,
His career was based on facing his fears,
To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers,
they couldn't tell him where he was going, or how to get there,
It's better to be prepared and fail,
Then to be scared and unsure of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme like I used to, but I still got skills,
More than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the promo nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first hour to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, neon blue,
The most theatrical emcee battle of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
Co