Liberal Arts
Once more, it has been done
That in order to save it you would have to raise the spectre again
I am going to tell them the truth about their ministry of justice
But if we didn't though, it would surely be cause for war
OK its time to get started, don't want to but the forces forced me
With incantatory allegory they translated for me
U-M-L-O-U-T: Umlaut
That's the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth
Spit drooling out a very grotesque view at best
Burn through desks at the University of Budapest
Sitting in a room with a windowless view
Concentrating, looking at you
Freeze frame frozen at the very moment
The wormhole opens, you know Canibus has spoken
The circumference of a third eye so vibrant
To me, Ezekiel's Wheel was just a spare tire
My epithelial genetic fiber
Was forged in the protoplasmic fires in a black geyser
The explosion can described as a white iris
When the absolute began, I don't know where I was
I must have just been a piece of micro dust
That's why I the fuck love mics so much
My micro, macro robotic rap flow
The Magna Carta of the entire Rap world
Mayflower 2002 Phase 1
Adapt to the pressure gravity has laid on my lungs
The theory of communication, Claude Shannon's dissertation
With a makeover in camouflage make-up
Light waves bend to the weight of Bus
Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals crush
Acid reflux all over your face, you fuck
Grab heart with bare hands, squeeze and spray blood
You iller than me? Give me a call
W-W-W-N-A-M-I-ORG
Dear boss, you mind if I share my thoughts?
Psychotherapy is expensive, can you share my costs?
In a cushioned room with leather doors
Handwriting experts take a look at the letters I draw
Excessive roundedness, no space between words
Excessive cross-outs, it must be my nerves
Rhymes that vaporize, disablize and destabilize
Pray to God, say, "Goodbye"
Six minutes Vinnie Paz you're on
Lyrically this is the liberty of Liberal Arts
Canibus: Consume creatine and create
CAnibus: Anemometers analyze air intake
CaNibus: The H.N.I.C that narrates
CanIbus: Innate intelligent interface
CaniBus: Biogenetic behemoth obliterate
CanibUs: Youth on fire, U both bleed
CanibuS: Micnificently sound MC
Liberal Arts with JMT
I'm the God of War, the resurrector of the Horrorcore
The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all
I started raw, so the haters could see what could happen
I was Allah while the pagans were speaking in Latin
I'm the origin of science and math
I'm the origin of everything you trying to grasp
Been dying to ask if Jedi Mind is the real
Well I'll let you in my mind and you decide how it feel
I'm dying to kill and bring to you apocalypse
I start a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips
Fuck the head, I'm aiming right for your esophagus
Hang you from a hook then drink the blood your body drips
I got the power of the lead a fucking shotty spits
And leave you weaker than the Mafia that's Gotti-less
With Canibus: get deep like psychoanalysts
Vinne Paz the fucking Hand-to-Fist-Philanthropist
What? Its fucking Vinnie Paz daddy
Yeah Jedi Mind baby
(Sample: For the people of the world)
Canibus baby (Sample: let it now be noted)
Mic Club, what's the fucking deal?
That here in our decision
This is what we stand for
Justice, Truth and the value of a single human being
Liberal Arts
Mic Club the Curriculum
Can-I-Bus hittin 'em
Rippin 'em
That in order to save it you would have to raise the spectre again
I am going to tell them the truth about their ministry of justice
But if we didn't though, it would surely be cause for war
OK its time to get started, don't want to but the forces forced me
With incantatory allegory they translated for me
U-M-L-O-U-T: Umlaut
That's the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth
Spit drooling out a very grotesque view at best
Burn through desks at the University of Budapest
Sitting in a room with a windowless view
Concentrating, looking at you
Freeze frame frozen at the very moment
The wormhole opens, you know Canibus has spoken
The circumference of a third eye so vibrant
To me, Ezekiel's Wheel was just a spare tire
My epithelial genetic fiber
Was forged in the protoplasmic fires in a black geyser
The explosion can described as a white iris
When the absolute began, I don't know where I was
I must have just been a piece of micro dust
That's why I the fuck love mics so much
My micro, macro robotic rap flow
The Magna Carta of the entire Rap world
Mayflower 2002 Phase 1
Adapt to the pressure gravity has laid on my lungs
The theory of communication, Claude Shannon's dissertation
With a makeover in camouflage make-up
Light waves bend to the weight of Bus
Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals crush
Acid reflux all over your face, you fuck
Grab heart with bare hands, squeeze and spray blood
You iller than me? Give me a call
W-W-W-N-A-M-I-ORG
Dear boss, you mind if I share my thoughts?
Psychotherapy is expensive, can you share my costs?
In a cushioned room with leather doors
Handwriting experts take a look at the letters I draw
Excessive roundedness, no space between words
Excessive cross-outs, it must be my nerves
Rhymes that vaporize, disablize and destabilize
Pray to God, say, "Goodbye"
Six minutes Vinnie Paz you're on
Lyrically this is the liberty of Liberal Arts
Canibus: Consume creatine and create
CAnibus: Anemometers analyze air intake
CaNibus: The H.N.I.C that narrates
CanIbus: Innate intelligent interface
CaniBus: Biogenetic behemoth obliterate
CanibUs: Youth on fire, U both bleed
CanibuS: Micnificently sound MC
Liberal Arts with JMT
I'm the God of War, the resurrector of the Horrorcore
The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all
I started raw, so the haters could see what could happen
I was Allah while the pagans were speaking in Latin
I'm the origin of science and math
I'm the origin of everything you trying to grasp
Been dying to ask if Jedi Mind is the real
Well I'll let you in my mind and you decide how it feel
I'm dying to kill and bring to you apocalypse
I start a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips
Fuck the head, I'm aiming right for your esophagus
Hang you from a hook then drink the blood your body drips
I got the power of the lead a fucking shotty spits
And leave you weaker than the Mafia that's Gotti-less
With Canibus: get deep like psychoanalysts
Vinne Paz the fucking Hand-to-Fist-Philanthropist
What? Its fucking Vinnie Paz daddy
Yeah Jedi Mind baby
(Sample: For the people of the world)
Canibus baby (Sample: let it now be noted)
Mic Club, what's the fucking deal?
That here in our decision
This is what we stand for
Justice, Truth and the value of a single human being
Liberal Arts
Mic Club the Curriculum
Can-I-Bus hittin 'em
Rippin 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Vincent Luviner
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