[{"id":16046949,"name":"Poet Laureate II","trackName":"Poet Laureate II","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"The Masterpiece Collection","duration":438.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Producer: Stoupe\nTime: 7: 19\n\n(James Dickey sample)\nUhh, I don't understand how a writer\ncould ever get writer's block, so-called.\nMy problem is having too much... and being unable to get it down.\n\n(Canibus)ba\nYo, why is the Ripper so ill?\nThat would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal\nHe said, \"One of these days all eyes will be on me\nWhen they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\nRhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\nin a glass with an ion beam for longevity\nFor more than ten centuries, impressions and memories\nThe first time-machine inventor will mention me\nCanibus was a visionary indeed\nHe believed light could travel in multiples of C\nThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\nof Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers\nLiked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler\nAnd he never liked to propagate rumours\nSmoked Canary Island cigars\nLiked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\nHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes\nwhile he was pruning his bonsais\nHe claimed that he had written the 'Greatest Rhyme of All Time'\nBut he would never take it out his archives\nHe wrote two songs per day\nAnd was constantly experimenting with his wordplay\nIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey\nHe got a 'F' but he deserved an 'A'\nI followed his career from the first day\nIt seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\nI've seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays\nWith deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame\nPublic humiliation was the worst pain\nHe was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane\nHe said he wouldn't want another emcee to suffer the same\nEspecially when there's nothing to gain\nHe was the illest alive but nobody would face it\nHe spit 'til his tongue was too torched to taste it\nProperly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations\nTo extract the information\nThey found it utterly amazing\nThey claimed the body of his work was\nthe same thing as a priceless painting\nNever mattered to him the art galleries hated him\nCause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten\nComplete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\nWith sound but without shape or signature\nKept files in his garage on MS-DOS\nin a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd\nOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\nHe apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud\nWe were in total awe cause it blew our minds\nSo many rhymes that were intricately designed\nHe was Poet Laureate of his time\nAnd if you don't mind I'd like to share some of his rhymes\nAlone in my room looking through the 32x telescope zoom\nAdjusting the focus of the Moon\nOne should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\nis nothing more than a subjective conclusion\nWhat is the maximum field rate application?\nThe runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\nAffects the population fluctuation\non a continuous basis but that's just the basics\nThe juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position\nThe precision of something no other has written\nWay above and beyond what was intended\nThe unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence\nYou didn't go to college, obviously\nI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\nYour remarkable odyssey, the rhyme's at modest speeds\nWhen the brain orders the body not to breathe\nYour competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league\nYou couldn't possibly be hotter than me\nOr oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees\nYou'll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\nAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\nMy intellectual property's about the size of Greece\nYour counsellor advised you not to speak\nMy counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat\nIn the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better,\"\neven though it sort of irked me\nHe said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\nbut he felt he was at its mercy\nWhich exploits my point perfectly\nAnd certainly reinforces the reason\nwhy nobody's probably ever heard of me\nCouldn't understand what I mean by 'ill'\nLest you try to translate what I print to film\nThis is the line of wheel, the circle of time\nThe cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line\nAcademic phonetics render critics tongue-tied\nThe personified dry humor of cum laude alumni\nA wise man sees failure as progress\nA fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\nAnd loses his soul in the process\nObsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\nMy style is masterful, multilateral,\nI could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\nWords of scorn are a disastrous tool,\nFrom an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you\nGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two\nMy attitude is messed up but admirable\n'Different methods interpreted into different forms\nFrom entirely different perceptions and\nseen from different norms ' (Ouspensky, 1949)\nNot just spitting a poem, there's much more involved\nThere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\nForty Eight Orders of Mechanical Laws\nAnd Rays of Creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars\nMaybe I am self-absorbed, but that's the effect\nTo find the cause you should ask my A&R\nToday is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was\nPermitting you've heard of Beelzebub\nA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\nWith the DJ doing the needle rub\nChances are you'd never see me, son\nYeah, I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub\nI came to holler at some big booty bitches\nand listen to the speakers thump, where'd you get conceited from?\nI'm so nice on the mic they want to beat me up\nIt's deep as hell, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\nReally unbelievable stuff\nThere's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck\nI should leave this rap shit alone\nAnd kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home\nMy imagination is my own\nThe liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone\nWith a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram\nand become Can-I-Millennium Man\nEngrave my back with the Emperor's Stamp\nBeen spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began\nTrying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\nIn the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\nEvery warrior has an axe to bury,\nBut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\nI said to myself, 'Germaine, this is insane,\nIt's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain\"\nI fought to regain control the plane, but went up in a ball of flames\nAnd got banned from the Hip Hop Hall of Fame\nFor two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again\nIt cost me everything\nI'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake\nWhere people create language that pretends to communicate\nEuphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes\nBut it's a byproduct of the ghetto music we make\nFrom an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late\nHip Hop has never been the same since '88\nSince it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception\nThat a movement in any direction is progression\nEven though the potency of it lessens\nBig money industries writing checks to suppress the question\nAnd nobody gives a fuck no more\nNo one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore's Law\nBut I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage\nEdward Lorenz and Leo Szilard\nLyrically I took rap music and turned the knob\nTo the right full-throttle and added panache\nWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth\nThat's like me telling myself, \"Don't tell me what to do\"\nDialyses and analyses of battle emcees\nSometimes I say things I myself can't believe\nMy lyrical is so skilfully elliptical\nI can understand how it makes you miserable\nYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?\nAnd why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?\nYou wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys?\nCanibus, why don't you speak to me?\nYo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\nThat's why I said it so vehemently\nYou need to replace the hate with respect\nI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!\n\n(Sampled James Dickey)\nGenerally I take... I go with the given.\nya know with what comes to me over... the celestial wireless.\nWhenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poet Laureate II\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: The Masterpiece Collection\n  duration_ms: 438000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Producer: Stoupe\n  Time: 7: 19\n\n  (James Dickey sample)\n  Uhh, I don't understand how a writer\n  could ever get writer's block, so-called.\n  My problem is having too much... and being unable to get it down.\n\n  (Canibus)ba\n  Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?\n  That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal\n  He said, \"One of these days all eyes will be on me\n  When they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\n  Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\n  in a glass with an ion beam for longevity\n  For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories\n  The first time-machine inventor will mention me\n  Canibus was a visionary indeed\n  He believed light could travel in multiples of C\n  The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\n  of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers\n  Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler\n  And he never liked to propagate rumours\n  Smoked Canary Island cigars\n  Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\n  He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes\n  while he was pruning his bonsais\n  He claimed that he had written the 'Greatest Rhyme of All Time'\n  But he would never take it out his archives\n  He wrote two songs per day\n  And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay\n  In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey\n  He got a 'F' but he deserved an 'A'\n  I followed his career from the first day\n  It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\n  I've seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays\n  With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame\n  Public humiliation was the worst pain\n  He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane\n  He said he wouldn't want another emcee to suffer the same\n  Especially when there's nothing to gain\n  He was the illest alive but nobody would face it\n  He spit 'til his tongue was too torched to taste it\n  Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations\n  To extract the information\n  They found it utterly amazing\n  They claimed the body of his work was\n  the same thing as a priceless painting\n  Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him\n  Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten\n  Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\n  With sound but without shape or signature\n  Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS\n  in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd\n  Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\n  He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud\n  We were in total awe cause it blew our minds\n  So many rhymes that were intricately designed\n  He was Poet Laureate of his time\n  And if you don't mind I'd like to share some of his rhymes\n  Alone in my room looking through the 32x telescope zoom\n  Adjusting the focus of the Moon\n  One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\n  is nothing more than a subjective conclusion\n  What is the maximum field rate application?\n  The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\n  Affects the population fluctuation\n  on a continuous basis but that's just the basics\n  The juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position\n  The precision of something no other has written\n  Way above and beyond what was intended\n  The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence\n  You didn't go to college, obviously\n  I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\n  Your remarkable odyssey, the rhyme's at modest speeds\n  When the brain orders the body not to breathe\n  Your competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league\n  You couldn't possibly be hotter than me\n  Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees\n  You'll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\n  Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\n  My intellectual property's about the size of Greece\n  Your counsellor advised you not to speak\n  My counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat\n  In the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better,\"\n  even though it sort of irked me\n  He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\n  but he felt he was at its mercy\n  Which exploits my point perfectly\n  And certainly reinforces the reason\n  why nobody's probably ever heard of me\n  Couldn't understand what I mean by 'ill'\n  Lest you try to translate what I print to film\n  This is the line of wheel, the circle of time\n  The cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line\n  Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied\n  The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni\n  A wise man sees failure as progress\n  A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\n  And loses his soul in the process\n  Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\n  My style is masterful, multilateral,\n  I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\n  Words of scorn are a disastrous tool,\n  From an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you\n  Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two\n  My attitude is messed up but admirable\n  'Different methods interpreted into different forms\n  From entirely different perceptions and\n  seen from different norms ' (Ouspensky, 1949)\n  Not just spitting a poem, there's much more involved\n  There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\n  Forty Eight Orders of Mechanical Laws\n  And Rays of Creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars\n  Maybe I am self-absorbed, but that's the effect\n  To find the cause you should ask my A&R\n  Today is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was\n  Permitting you've heard of Beelzebub\n  A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\n  With the DJ doing the needle rub\n  Chances are you'd never see me, son\n  Yeah, I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub\n  I came to holler at some big booty bitches\n  and listen to the speakers thump, where'd you get conceited from?\n  I'm so nice on the mic they want to beat me up\n  It's deep as hell, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\n  Really unbelievable stuff\n  There's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck\n  I should leave this rap shit alone\n  And kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home\n  My imagination is my own\n  The liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone\n  With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram\n  and become Can-I-Millennium Man\n  Engrave my back with the Emperor's Stamp\n  Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began\n  Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\n  In the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\n  Every warrior has an axe to bury,\n  But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\n  I said to myself, 'Germaine, this is insane,\n  It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain\"\n  I fought to regain control the plane, but went up in a ball of flames\n  And got banned from the Hip Hop Hall of Fame\n  For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again\n  It cost me everything\n  I'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake\n  Where people create language that pretends to communicate\n  Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes\n  But it's a byproduct of the ghetto music we make\n  From an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late\n  Hip Hop has never been the same since '88\n  Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception\n  That a movement in any direction is progression\n  Even though the potency of it lessens\n  Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question\n  And nobody gives a fuck no more\n  No one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore's Law\n  But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage\n  Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard\n  Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob\n  To the right full-throttle and added panache\n  Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth\n  That's like me telling myself, \"Don't tell me what to do\"\n  Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees\n  Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe\n  My lyrical is so skilfully elliptical\n  I can understand how it makes you miserable\n  You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?\n  And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?\n  You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys?\n  Canibus, why don't you speak to me?\n  Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\n  That's why I said it so vehemently\n  You need to replace the hate with respect\n  I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!\n\n  (Sampled James Dickey)\n  Generally I take... I go with the given.\n  ya know with what comes to me over... the celestial wireless.\n  Whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it\n"},{"id":10249043,"name":"Poet Laureate II","trackName":"Poet Laureate II","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Rip The Jacker","duration":438.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, why is the ripper so ill?\nThat would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!\nHe said \"One of these days, all eyes would be on me\nWhen they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\nRhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\nIn glass with an ion beam for longevity\nFor more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories\nThe first time the machine inventor will mention me\nCanibus was a visionary indeed\nHe believed light could travel in multiples of C\nThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\nOf Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers\nLiked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler\nAnd he never liked to propagate rumors\nSmoked Canary Island cigars\nLiked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\nHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophize\nAbout rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai\nHe claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time\nBut he would never take it out his archives\nHe wrote two songs per day\nAnd was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay\nIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey\nHe got an F but he deserved an A\nI followed his career from the first day\nIt seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\nI seen him pull in 24 hour workdays\nWith deferred pay, undeterred by the word \"shame\"\nPublic humiliation was the worst pain\nHe was spinnin' out of control like a class 5 hurricane\nHe said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same\nEspecially when there's nothing to gain\nHe was the illest alive but nobody would face it\nHe spit till his tongue was too torched to taste, it\nProperly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations\nTo extract the information\nThey found it utterly amazing\nThey claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting\nNever mattered to him, the art galleries hated him\nCause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten\nComplete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\nWith sound but without shape or signature\nKept files in his garage, on MS-DOS\nIn a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd\nOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\nHe apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's\nWe were in total awe, cause it blew our minds\nSo many rhymes that were intricately designed\nHe WAS Poet Laureate of his time\nAnd if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes\nAlone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom\nAdjusting the focus of the moon\nOne should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\nIs nothing more then a subjective conclusion\nWhat is the maximum field rate application?\nThe run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\nAffects the population, fluctuation\nOn a continuous basis but that's just the basics\nThe juxtaposition of Canibus's position\nThe precision something no other has written\nWay above and beyond what was intended\nThe unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence\nYou didn't go to college obviously\nI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\nA remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds\nWhen the brain orders the body not to breathe\nIncompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league\nYou couldn't possibly be hotter then me\nOr oppositely your minus twenty five degrees, you'd squeeze\nBut the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\nAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\nMy intellectual properties are about the size of Greece\nYour counselor advised you not to speak\nMy counselor advised me to keep rhymin' until they stopped the beat\nIn the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better\"\nEven though it sort of urked me\nHe said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\nBut he felt he was at its mercy\nWhich exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces\nThe reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me\nCouldn't understand what I mean by ill\nUnless you try to translate what I print to film\nThis is the line of will, the circle of time\nThe cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line\nAcademic phonetics render critics tounge-tied\nIve personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni\nA wise man sees failure as progress\nA fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\nAnd loses his soul in the process\nObsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\nMy style is masterful, multilateral\nI could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\nWords of scorn are a disastrous tool\nFrom an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you\nGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2\nMy attitude is fucked up but abrogable\nDifferent methods interpreted into different forms\nFrom entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms\nNot to spit in the palm there's much more involved\nThere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\nForty eight orders of mechanical laws\nAnd rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars\nMaybe I am self-absorbed\nBut that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R\nToday is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was\nPermitting you heard of Beelzebub\nA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\nWith the DJ doing the needle rub\nChances are you'll never see me son\nYeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub\nI came to holla at some big booty bitches\nAnd listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?\nI'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up\nIts deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\nReally unbelievable stuff\nThere's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck\nI should leave this rap shit alone\nAnd kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home\nMy imagination is my own\nDelibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone\nWit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram\nAnd become \"Cani-millenia man\"\nGrave my back with the emperor's stamp\nBeen spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began\nTryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\nAnd the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\nEvery warrior has an axe to bury\nBut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\nI said to myself, \"Germaine this is insane\nIt's suicide its controlled flight into terrain\"\nI fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames\nAnd got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame\nFor two bars I kept hearin' in my head\nOver and over again, it cost me everything\nI'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake\nWhere people create language that pretends to communicate\nEuphamisms are misunderstood as mistakes\nBut its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make\nFrom an extroverted point of view I think its to late\nHip Hop has never been the same since '88\nSince it became a lucrative profession as a misconception\nIn the movement in any direction as progression\nEven though of the potency of it lessens\nBig money industries writing checks to suppress the question\nAnd nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store\nEver since the influence of Moore's Law\nBut I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr\nHis son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard\nLyrically I take rap music and turn the knob\nTo the right full throttle and added panache\nWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?\nThat's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do\nDialysis and analyses of battle MC's\nSometimes I say things I myself can't believe\nMy lyrical is so skillfully elliptical\nI can understand how it makes you miserable\nYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for me\nOr why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy\nYou wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes\n\"Canibus why don't you speak to me?\"\nYo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\nThat's why I said it so vehemently\nYou need to replace the hate with respect\nI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poet Laureate II\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: Rip The Jacker\n  duration_ms: 438000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, why is the ripper so ill?\n  That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!\n  He said \"One of these days, all eyes would be on me\n  When they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\n  Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\n  In glass with an ion beam for longevity\n  For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories\n  The first time the machine inventor will mention me\n  Canibus was a visionary indeed\n  He believed light could travel in multiples of C\n  The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\n  Of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers\n  Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler\n  And he never liked to propagate rumors\n  Smoked Canary Island cigars\n  Liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\n  He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize\n  About rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai\n  He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time\n  But he would never take it out his archives\n  He wrote two songs per day\n  And was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay\n  In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey\n  He got an F but he deserved an A\n  I followed his career from the first day\n  It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\n  I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays\n  With deferred pay, undeterred by the word \"shame\"\n  Public humiliation was the worst pain\n  He was spinnin' out of control like a class 5 hurricane\n  He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same\n  Especially when there's nothing to gain\n  He was the illest alive but nobody would face it\n  He spit till his tongue was too torched to taste, it\n  Properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations\n  To extract the information\n  They found it utterly amazing\n  They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting\n  Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him\n  Cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten\n  Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\n  With sound but without shape or signature\n  Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS\n  In a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd\n  Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\n  He apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's\n  We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds\n  So many rhymes that were intricately designed\n  He WAS Poet Laureate of his time\n  And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes\n  Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom\n  Adjusting the focus of the moon\n  One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\n  Is nothing more then a subjective conclusion\n  What is the maximum field rate application?\n  The run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\n  Affects the population, fluctuation\n  On a continuous basis but that's just the basics\n  The juxtaposition of Canibus's position\n  The precision something no other has written\n  Way above and beyond what was intended\n  The unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence\n  You didn't go to college obviously\n  I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\n  A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds\n  When the brain orders the body not to breathe\n  Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league\n  You couldn't possibly be hotter then me\n  Or oppositely your minus twenty five degrees, you'd squeeze\n  But the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\n  Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\n  My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece\n  Your counselor advised you not to speak\n  My counselor advised me to keep rhymin' until they stopped the beat\n  In the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better\"\n  Even though it sort of urked me\n  He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\n  But he felt he was at its mercy\n  Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces\n  The reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me\n  Couldn't understand what I mean by ill\n  Unless you try to translate what I print to film\n  This is the line of will, the circle of time\n  The cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line\n  Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied\n  Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni\n  A wise man sees failure as progress\n  A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\n  And loses his soul in the process\n  Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\n  My style is masterful, multilateral\n  I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\n  Words of scorn are a disastrous tool\n  From an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you\n  Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2\n  My attitude is fucked up but abrogable\n  Different methods interpreted into different forms\n  From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms\n  Not to spit in the palm there's much more involved\n  There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\n  Forty eight orders of mechanical laws\n  And rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars\n  Maybe I am self-absorbed\n  But that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R\n  Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was\n  Permitting you heard of Beelzebub\n  A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\n  With the DJ doing the needle rub\n  Chances are you'll never see me son\n  Yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub\n  I came to holla at some big booty bitches\n  And listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?\n  I'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up\n  Its deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\n  Really unbelievable stuff\n  There's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck\n  I should leave this rap shit alone\n  And kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home\n  My imagination is my own\n  Delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone\n  Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram\n  And become \"Cani-millenia man\"\n  Grave my back with the emperor's stamp\n  Been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began\n  Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\n  And the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\n  Every warrior has an axe to bury\n  But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\n  I said to myself, \"Germaine this is insane\n  It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain\"\n  I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames\n  And got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame\n  For two bars I kept hearin' in my head\n  Over and over again, it cost me everything\n  I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake\n  Where people create language that pretends to communicate\n  Euphamisms are misunderstood as mistakes\n  But its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make\n  From an extroverted point of view I think its to late\n  Hip Hop has never been the same since '88\n  Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception\n  In the movement in any direction as progression\n  Even though of the potency of it lessens\n  Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question\n  And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store\n  Ever since the influence of Moore's Law\n  But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr\n  His son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard\n  Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob\n  To the right full throttle and added panache\n  Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?\n  That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do\n  Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's\n  Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe\n  My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical\n  I can understand how it makes you miserable\n  You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me\n  Or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy\n  You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes\n  \"Canibus why don't you speak to me?\"\n  Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\n  That's why I said it so vehemently\n  You need to replace the hate with respect\n  I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!\n"},{"id":28212478,"name":"Poet Laureate II","trackName":"Poet Laureate II","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Rip the Jacker","duration":441.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, why is the ripper so ill?\nThat would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!\nHe said \"One of these days, all eyes would be on me\nWhen they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\nRhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\nIn glass with an ion beam for longevity\nFor more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories\nThe first time the machine inventor will mention me\nCanibus was a visionary indeed\nHe believed light could travel in multiples of C\nThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\nOf Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers\nLiked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler\nAnd he never liked to propagate rumors\nSmoked Canary Island cigars\nLiked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\nHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophize\nAbout rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai\nHe claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time\nBut he would never take it out his archives\nHe wrote two songs per day\nAnd was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay\nIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey\nHe got an F but he deserved an A\nI followed his career from the first day\nIt seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\nI seen him pull in 24 hour workdays\nWith deferred pay, undeterred by the word \"shame\"\nPublic humiliation was the worst pain\nHe was spinnin' out of control like a class 5 hurricane\nHe said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same\nEspecially when there's nothing to gain\nHe was the illest alive but nobody would face it\nHe spit till his tongue was too torched to taste, it\nProperly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations\nTo extract the information\nThey found it utterly amazing\nThey claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting\nNever mattered to him, the art galleries hated him\nCause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten\nComplete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\nWith sound but without shape or signature\nKept files in his garage, on MS-DOS\nIn a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd\nOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\nHe apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's\nWe were in total awe, cause it blew our minds\nSo many rhymes that were intricately designed\nHe WAS Poet Laureate of his time\nAnd if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes\nAlone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom\nAdjusting the focus of the moon\nOne should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\nIs nothing more then a subjective conclusion\nWhat is the maximum field rate application?\nThe run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\nAffects the population, fluctuation\nOn a continuous basis but that's just the basics\nThe juxtaposition of Canibus's position\nThe precision something no other has written\nWay above and beyond what was intended\nThe unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence\nYou didn't go to college obviously\nI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\nA remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds\nWhen the brain orders the body not to breathe\nIncompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league\nYou couldn't possibly be hotter then me\nOr oppositely your minus twenty five degrees, you'd squeeze\nBut the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\nAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\nMy intellectual properties are about the size of Greece\nYour counselor advised you not to speak\nMy counselor advised me to keep rhymin' until they stopped the beat\nIn the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better\"\nEven though it sort of urked me\nHe said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\nBut he felt he was at its mercy\nWhich exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces\nThe reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me\nCouldn't understand what I mean by ill\nUnless you try to translate what I print to film\nThis is the line of will, the circle of time\nThe cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line\nAcademic phonetics render critics tounge-tied\nIve personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni\nA wise man sees failure as progress\nA fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\nAnd loses his soul in the process\nObsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\nMy style is masterful, multilateral\nI could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\nWords of scorn are a disastrous tool\nFrom an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you\nGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2\nMy attitude is fucked up but abrogable\nDifferent methods interpreted into different forms\nFrom entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms\nNot to spit in the palm there's much more involved\nThere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\nForty eight orders of mechanical laws\nAnd rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars\nMaybe I am self-absorbed\nBut that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R\nToday is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was\nPermitting you heard of Beelzebub\nA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\nWith the DJ doing the needle rub\nChances are you'll never see me son\nYeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub\nI came to holla at some big booty bitches\nAnd listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?\nI'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up\nIts deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\nReally unbelievable stuff\nThere's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck\nI should leave this rap shit alone\nAnd kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home\nMy imagination is my own\nDelibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone\nWit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram\nAnd become \"Cani-millenia man\"\nGrave my back with the emperor's stamp\nBeen spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began\nTryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\nAnd the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\nEvery warrior has an axe to bury\nBut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\nI said to myself, \"Germaine this is insane\nIt's suicide its controlled flight into terrain\"\nI fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames\nAnd got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame\nFor two bars I kept hearin' in my head\nOver and over again, it cost me everything\nI'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake\nWhere people create language that pretends to communicate\nEuphamisms are misunderstood as mistakes\nBut its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make\nFrom an extroverted point of view I think its to late\nHip Hop has never been the same since '88\nSince it became a lucrative profession as a misconception\nIn the movement in any direction as progression\nEven though of the potency of it lessens\nBig money industries writing checks to suppress the question\nAnd nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store\nEver since the influence of Moore's Law\nBut I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr\nHis son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard\nLyrically I take rap music and turn the knob\nTo the right full throttle and added panache\nWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?\nThat's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do\nDialysis and analyses of battle MC's\nSometimes I say things I myself can't believe\nMy lyrical is so skillfully elliptical\nI can understand how it makes you miserable\nYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for me\nOr why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy\nYou wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes\n\"Canibus why don't you speak to me?\"\nYo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\nThat's why I said it so vehemently\nYou need to replace the hate with respect\nI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poet Laureate II\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: Rip the Jacker\n  duration_ms: 441000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, why is the ripper so ill?\n  That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!\n  He said \"One of these days, all eyes would be on me\n  When they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\n  Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\n  In glass with an ion beam for longevity\n  For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories\n  The first time the machine inventor will mention me\n  Canibus was a visionary indeed\n  He believed light could travel in multiples of C\n  The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\n  Of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers\n  Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler\n  And he never liked to propagate rumors\n  Smoked Canary Island cigars\n  Liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\n  He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize\n  About rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai\n  He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time\n  But he would never take it out his archives\n  He wrote two songs per day\n  And was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay\n  In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey\n  He got an F but he deserved an A\n  I followed his career from the first day\n  It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\n  I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays\n  With deferred pay, undeterred by the word \"shame\"\n  Public humiliation was the worst pain\n  He was spinnin' out of control like a class 5 hurricane\n  He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same\n  Especially when there's nothing to gain\n  He was the illest alive but nobody would face it\n  He spit till his tongue was too torched to taste, it\n  Properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations\n  To extract the information\n  They found it utterly amazing\n  They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting\n  Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him\n  Cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten\n  Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\n  With sound but without shape or signature\n  Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS\n  In a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd\n  Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\n  He apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's\n  We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds\n  So many rhymes that were intricately designed\n  He WAS Poet Laureate of his time\n  And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes\n  Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom\n  Adjusting the focus of the moon\n  One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\n  Is nothing more then a subjective conclusion\n  What is the maximum field rate application?\n  The run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\n  Affects the population, fluctuation\n  On a continuous basis but that's just the basics\n  The juxtaposition of Canibus's position\n  The precision something no other has written\n  Way above and beyond what was intended\n  The unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence\n  You didn't go to college obviously\n  I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\n  A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds\n  When the brain orders the body not to breathe\n  Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league\n  You couldn't possibly be hotter then me\n  Or oppositely your minus twenty five degrees, you'd squeeze\n  But the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\n  Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\n  My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece\n  Your counselor advised you not to speak\n  My counselor advised me to keep rhymin' until they stopped the beat\n  In the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better\"\n  Even though it sort of urked me\n  He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\n  But he felt he was at its mercy\n  Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces\n  The reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me\n  Couldn't understand what I mean by ill\n  Unless you try to translate what I print to film\n  This is the line of will, the circle of time\n  The cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line\n  Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied\n  Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni\n  A wise man sees failure as progress\n  A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\n  And loses his soul in the process\n  Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\n  My style is masterful, multilateral\n  I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\n  Words of scorn are a disastrous tool\n  From an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you\n  Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2\n  My attitude is fucked up but abrogable\n  Different methods interpreted into different forms\n  From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms\n  Not to spit in the palm there's much more involved\n  There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\n  Forty eight orders of mechanical laws\n  And rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars\n  Maybe I am self-absorbed\n  But that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R\n  Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was\n  Permitting you heard of Beelzebub\n  A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\n  With the DJ doing the needle rub\n  Chances are you'll never see me son\n  Yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub\n  I came to holla at some big booty bitches\n  And listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?\n  I'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up\n  Its deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\n  Really unbelievable stuff\n  There's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck\n  I should leave this rap shit alone\n  And kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home\n  My imagination is my own\n  Delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone\n  Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram\n  And become \"Cani-millenia man\"\n  Grave my back with the emperor's stamp\n  Been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began\n  Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\n  And the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\n  Every warrior has an axe to bury\n  But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\n  I said to myself, \"Germaine this is insane\n  It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain\"\n  I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames\n  And got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame\n  For two bars I kept hearin' in my head\n  Over and over again, it cost me everything\n  I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake\n  Where people create language that pretends to communicate\n  Euphamisms are misunderstood as mistakes\n  But its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make\n  From an extroverted point of view I think its to late\n  Hip Hop has never been the same since '88\n  Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception\n  In the movement in any direction as progression\n  Even though of the potency of it lessens\n  Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question\n  And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store\n  Ever since the influence of Moore's Law\n  But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr\n  His son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard\n  Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob\n  To the right full throttle and added panache\n  Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?\n  That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do\n  Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's\n  Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe\n  My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical\n  I can understand how it makes you miserable\n  You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me\n  Or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy\n  You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes\n  \"Canibus why don't you speak to me?\"\n  Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\n  That's why I said it so vehemently\n  You need to replace the hate with respect\n  I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!\n"},{"id":39430596,"name":"Poet Laureate II","trackName":"Poet Laureate II","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Rip The Jacker Instrumentals","duration":440.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, why is the ripper so ill?\nThat would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!\nHe said \"One of these days, all eyes would be on me\nWhen they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\nRhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\nIn glass with an ion beam for longevity\nFor more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories\nThe first time the machine inventor will mention me\nCanibus was a visionary indeed\nHe believed light could travel in multiples of C\nThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\nOf Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers\nLiked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler\nAnd he never liked to propagate rumors\nSmoked Canary Island cigars\nLiked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\nHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophize\nAbout rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai\nHe claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time\nBut he would never take it out his archives\nHe wrote two songs per day\nAnd was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay\nIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey\nHe got an F but he deserved an A\nI followed his career from the first day\nIt seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\nI seen him pull in 24 hour workdays\nWith deferred pay, undeterred by the word \"shame\"\nPublic humiliation was the worst pain\nHe was spinnin' out of control like a class 5 hurricane\nHe said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same\nEspecially when there's nothing to gain\nHe was the illest alive but nobody would face it\nHe spit till his tongue was too torched to taste, it\nProperly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations\nTo extract the information\nThey found it utterly amazing\nThey claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting\nNever mattered to him, the art galleries hated him\nCause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten\nComplete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\nWith sound but without shape or signature\nKept files in his garage, on MS-DOS\nIn a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd\nOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\nHe apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's\nWe were in total awe, cause it blew our minds\nSo many rhymes that were intricately designed\nHe WAS Poet Laureate of his time\nAnd if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes\nAlone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom\nAdjusting the focus of the moon\nOne should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\nIs nothing more then a subjective conclusion\nWhat is the maximum field rate application?\nThe run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\nAffects the population, fluctuation\nOn a continuous basis but that's just the basics\nThe juxtaposition of Canibus's position\nThe precision something no other has written\nWay above and beyond what was intended\nThe unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence\nYou didn't go to college obviously\nI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\nA remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds\nWhen the brain orders the body not to breathe\nIncompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league\nYou couldn't possibly be hotter then me\nOr oppositely your minus twenty five degrees, you'd squeeze\nBut the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\nAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\nMy intellectual properties are about the size of Greece\nYour counselor advised you not to speak\nMy counselor advised me to keep rhymin' until they stopped the beat\nIn the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better\"\nEven though it sort of urked me\nHe said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\nBut he felt he was at its mercy\nWhich exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces\nThe reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me\nCouldn't understand what I mean by ill\nUnless you try to translate what I print to film\nThis is the line of will, the circle of time\nThe cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line\nAcademic phonetics render critics tounge-tied\nIve personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni\nA wise man sees failure as progress\nA fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\nAnd loses his soul in the process\nObsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\nMy style is masterful, multilateral\nI could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\nWords of scorn are a disastrous tool\nFrom an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you\nGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2\nMy attitude is fucked up but abrogable\nDifferent methods interpreted into different forms\nFrom entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms\nNot to spit in the palm there's much more involved\nThere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\nForty eight orders of mechanical laws\nAnd rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars\nMaybe I am self-absorbed\nBut that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R\nToday is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was\nPermitting you heard of Beelzebub\nA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\nWith the DJ doing the needle rub\nChances are you'll never see me son\nYeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub\nI came to holla at some big booty bitches\nAnd listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?\nI'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up\nIts deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\nReally unbelievable stuff\nThere's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck\nI should leave this rap shit alone\nAnd kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home\nMy imagination is my own\nDelibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone\nWit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram\nAnd become \"Cani-millenia man\"\nGrave my back with the emperor's stamp\nBeen spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began\nTryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\nAnd the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\nEvery warrior has an axe to bury\nBut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\nI said to myself, \"Germaine this is insane\nIt's suicide its controlled flight into terrain\"\nI fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames\nAnd got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame\nFor two bars I kept hearin' in my head\nOver and over again, it cost me everything\nI'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake\nWhere people create language that pretends to communicate\nEuphamisms are misunderstood as mistakes\nBut its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make\nFrom an extroverted point of view I think its to late\nHip Hop has never been the same since '88\nSince it became a lucrative profession as a misconception\nIn the movement in any direction as progression\nEven though of the potency of it lessens\nBig money industries writing checks to suppress the question\nAnd nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store\nEver since the influence of Moore's Law\nBut I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr\nHis son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard\nLyrically I take rap music and turn the knob\nTo the right full throttle and added panache\nWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?\nThat's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do\nDialysis and analyses of battle MC's\nSometimes I say things I myself can't believe\nMy lyrical is so skillfully elliptical\nI can understand how it makes you miserable\nYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for me\nOr why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy\nYou wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes\n\"Canibus why don't you speak to me?\"\nYo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\nThat's why I said it so vehemently\nYou need to replace the hate with respect\nI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poet Laureate II\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: Rip The Jacker Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 440467\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, why is the ripper so ill?\n  That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!\n  He said \"One of these days, all eyes would be on me\n  When they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\n  Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\n  In glass with an ion beam for longevity\n  For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories\n  The first time the machine inventor will mention me\n  Canibus was a visionary indeed\n  He believed light could travel in multiples of C\n  The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\n  Of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers\n  Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler\n  And he never liked to propagate rumors\n  Smoked Canary Island cigars\n  Liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\n  He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize\n  About rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai\n  He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time\n  But he would never take it out his archives\n  He wrote two songs per day\n  And was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay\n  In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey\n  He got an F but he deserved an A\n  I followed his career from the first day\n  It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\n  I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays\n  With deferred pay, undeterred by the word \"shame\"\n  Public humiliation was the worst pain\n  He was spinnin' out of control like a class 5 hurricane\n  He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same\n  Especially when there's nothing to gain\n  He was the illest alive but nobody would face it\n  He spit till his tongue was too torched to taste, it\n  Properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations\n  To extract the information\n  They found it utterly amazing\n  They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting\n  Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him\n  Cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten\n  Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\n  With sound but without shape or signature\n  Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS\n  In a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd\n  Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\n  He apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's\n  We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds\n  So many rhymes that were intricately designed\n  He WAS Poet Laureate of his time\n  And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes\n  Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom\n  Adjusting the focus of the moon\n  One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\n  Is nothing more then a subjective conclusion\n  What is the maximum field rate application?\n  The run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\n  Affects the population, fluctuation\n  On a continuous basis but that's just the basics\n  The juxtaposition of Canibus's position\n  The precision something no other has written\n  Way above and beyond what was intended\n  The unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence\n  You didn't go to college obviously\n  I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\n  A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds\n  When the brain orders the body not to breathe\n  Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league\n  You couldn't possibly be hotter then me\n  Or oppositely your minus twenty five degrees, you'd squeeze\n  But the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\n  Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\n  My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece\n  Your counselor advised you not to speak\n  My counselor advised me to keep rhymin' until they stopped the beat\n  In the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better\"\n  Even though it sort of urked me\n  He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\n  But he felt he was at its mercy\n  Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces\n  The reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me\n  Couldn't understand what I mean by ill\n  Unless you try to translate what I print to film\n  This is the line of will, the circle of time\n  The cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line\n  Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied\n  Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni\n  A wise man sees failure as progress\n  A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\n  And loses his soul in the process\n  Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\n  My style is masterful, multilateral\n  I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\n  Words of scorn are a disastrous tool\n  From an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you\n  Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2\n  My attitude is fucked up but abrogable\n  Different methods interpreted into different forms\n  From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms\n  Not to spit in the palm there's much more involved\n  There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\n  Forty eight orders of mechanical laws\n  And rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars\n  Maybe I am self-absorbed\n  But that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R\n  Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was\n  Permitting you heard of Beelzebub\n  A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\n  With the DJ doing the needle rub\n  Chances are you'll never see me son\n  Yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub\n  I came to holla at some big booty bitches\n  And listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?\n  I'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up\n  Its deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\n  Really unbelievable stuff\n  There's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck\n  I should leave this rap shit alone\n  And kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home\n  My imagination is my own\n  Delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone\n  Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram\n  And become \"Cani-millenia man\"\n  Grave my back with the emperor's stamp\n  Been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began\n  Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\n  And the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\n  Every warrior has an axe to bury\n  But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\n  I said to myself, \"Germaine this is insane\n  It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain\"\n  I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames\n  And got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame\n  For two bars I kept hearin' in my head\n  Over and over again, it cost me everything\n  I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake\n  Where people create language that pretends to communicate\n  Euphamisms are misunderstood as mistakes\n  But its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make\n  From an extroverted point of view I think its to late\n  Hip Hop has never been the same since '88\n  Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception\n  In the movement in any direction as progression\n  Even though of the potency of it lessens\n  Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question\n  And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store\n  Ever since the influence of Moore's Law\n  But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr\n  His son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard\n  Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob\n  To the right full throttle and added panache\n  Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?\n  That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do\n  Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's\n  Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe\n  My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical\n  I can understand how it makes you miserable\n  You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me\n  Or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy\n  You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes\n  \"Canibus why don't you speak to me?\"\n  Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\n  That's why I said it so vehemently\n  You need to replace the hate with respect\n  I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!\n"},{"id":19255866,"name":"Poet Laureate II (Instrumenatl","trackName":"Poet Laureate II (Instrumenatl","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Rip The Jacker Instrumentals","duration":440.52898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Producer: Stoupe\nTime: 7: 19\n\n(James Dickey sample)\nUhh, I don't understand how a writer\ncould ever get writer's block, so-called.\nMy problem is having too much... and being unable to get it down.\n\n(Canibus)ba\nYo, why is the Ripper so ill?\nThat would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal\nHe said, \"One of these days all eyes will be on me\nWhen they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\nRhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\nin a glass with an ion beam for longevity\nFor more than ten centuries, impressions and memories\nThe first time-machine inventor will mention me\nCanibus was a visionary indeed\nHe believed light could travel in multiples of C\nThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\nof Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers\nLiked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler\nAnd he never liked to propagate rumours\nSmoked Canary Island cigars\nLiked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\nHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes\nwhile he was pruning his bonsais\nHe claimed that he had written the 'Greatest Rhyme of All Time'\nBut he would never take it out his archives\nHe wrote two songs per day\nAnd was constantly experimenting with his wordplay\nIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey\nHe got a 'F' but he deserved an 'A'\nI followed his career from the first day\nIt seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\nI've seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays\nWith deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame\nPublic humiliation was the worst pain\nHe was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane\nHe said he wouldn't want another emcee to suffer the same\nEspecially when there's nothing to gain\nHe was the illest alive but nobody would face it\nHe spit 'til his tongue was too torched to taste it\nProperly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations\nTo extract the information\nThey found it utterly amazing\nThey claimed the body of his work was\nthe same thing as a priceless painting\nNever mattered to him the art galleries hated him\nCause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten\nComplete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\nWith sound but without shape or signature\nKept files in his garage on MS-DOS\nin a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd\nOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\nHe apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud\nWe were in total awe cause it blew our minds\nSo many rhymes that were intricately designed\nHe was Poet Laureate of his time\nAnd if you don't mind I'd like to share some of his rhymes\nAlone in my room looking through the 32x telescope zoom\nAdjusting the focus of the Moon\nOne should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\nis nothing more than a subjective conclusion\nWhat is the maximum field rate application?\nThe runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\nAffects the population fluctuation\non a continuous basis but that's just the basics\nThe juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position\nThe precision of something no other has written\nWay above and beyond what was intended\nThe unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence\nYou didn't go to college, obviously\nI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\nYour remarkable odyssey, the rhyme's at modest speeds\nWhen the brain orders the body not to breathe\nYour competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league\nYou couldn't possibly be hotter than me\nOr oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees\nYou'll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\nAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\nMy intellectual property's about the size of Greece\nYour counsellor advised you not to speak\nMy counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat\nIn the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better,\"\neven though it sort of irked me\nHe said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\nbut he felt he was at its mercy\nWhich exploits my point perfectly\nAnd certainly reinforces the reason\nwhy nobody's probably ever heard of me\nCouldn't understand what I mean by 'ill'\nLest you try to translate what I print to film\nThis is the line of wheel, the circle of time\nThe cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line\nAcademic phonetics render critics tongue-tied\nThe personified dry humor of cum laude alumni\nA wise man sees failure as progress\nA fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\nAnd loses his soul in the process\nObsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\nMy style is masterful, multilateral,\nI could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\nWords of scorn are a disastrous tool,\nFrom an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you\nGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two\nMy attitude is messed up but admirable\n'Different methods interpreted into different forms\nFrom entirely different perceptions and\nseen from different norms ' (Ouspensky, 1949)\nNot just spitting a poem, there's much more involved\nThere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\nForty Eight Orders of Mechanical Laws\nAnd Rays of Creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars\nMaybe I am self-absorbed, but that's the effect\nTo find the cause you should ask my A&R\nToday is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was\nPermitting you've heard of Beelzebub\nA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\nWith the DJ doing the needle rub\nChances are you'd never see me, son\nYeah, I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub\nI came to holler at some big booty bitches\nand listen to the speakers thump, where'd you get conceited from?\nI'm so nice on the mic they want to beat me up\nIt's deep as hell, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\nReally unbelievable stuff\nThere's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck\nI should leave this rap shit alone\nAnd kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home\nMy imagination is my own\nThe liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone\nWith a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram\nand become Can-I-Millennium Man\nEngrave my back with the Emperor's Stamp\nBeen spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began\nTrying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\nIn the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\nEvery warrior has an axe to bury,\nBut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\nI said to myself, 'Germaine, this is insane,\nIt's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain\"\nI fought to regain control the plane, but went up in a ball of flames\nAnd got banned from the Hip Hop Hall of Fame\nFor two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again\nIt cost me everything\nI'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake\nWhere people create language that pretends to communicate\nEuphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes\nBut it's a byproduct of the ghetto music we make\nFrom an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late\nHip Hop has never been the same since '88\nSince it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception\nThat a movement in any direction is progression\nEven though the potency of it lessens\nBig money industries writing checks to suppress the question\nAnd nobody gives a fuck no more\nNo one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore's Law\nBut I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage\nEdward Lorenz and Leo Szilard\nLyrically I took rap music and turned the knob\nTo the right full-throttle and added panache\nWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth\nThat's like me telling myself, \"Don't tell me what to do\"\nDialyses and analyses of battle emcees\nSometimes I say things I myself can't believe\nMy lyrical is so skilfully elliptical\nI can understand how it makes you miserable\nYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?\nAnd why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?\nYou wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys?\nCanibus, why don't you speak to me?\nYo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\nThat's why I said it so vehemently\nYou need to replace the hate with respect\nI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!\n\n(Sampled James Dickey)\nGenerally I take... I go with the given.\nya know with what comes to me over... the celestial wireless.\nWhenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poet Laureate II (Instrumenatl\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: Rip The Jacker Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 440529\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Producer: Stoupe\n  Time: 7: 19\n\n  (James Dickey sample)\n  Uhh, I don't understand how a writer\n  could ever get writer's block, so-called.\n  My problem is having too much... and being unable to get it down.\n\n  (Canibus)ba\n  Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?\n  That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal\n  He said, \"One of these days all eyes will be on me\n  When they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\n  Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\n  in a glass with an ion beam for longevity\n  For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories\n  The first time-machine inventor will mention me\n  Canibus was a visionary indeed\n  He believed light could travel in multiples of C\n  The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\n  of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers\n  Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler\n  And he never liked to propagate rumours\n  Smoked Canary Island cigars\n  Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\n  He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes\n  while he was pruning his bonsais\n  He claimed that he had written the 'Greatest Rhyme of All Time'\n  But he would never take it out his archives\n  He wrote two songs per day\n  And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay\n  In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey\n  He got a 'F' but he deserved an 'A'\n  I followed his career from the first day\n  It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\n  I've seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays\n  With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame\n  Public humiliation was the worst pain\n  He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane\n  He said he wouldn't want another emcee to suffer the same\n  Especially when there's nothing to gain\n  He was the illest alive but nobody would face it\n  He spit 'til his tongue was too torched to taste it\n  Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations\n  To extract the information\n  They found it utterly amazing\n  They claimed the body of his work was\n  the same thing as a priceless painting\n  Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him\n  Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten\n  Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\n  With sound but without shape or signature\n  Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS\n  in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd\n  Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\n  He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud\n  We were in total awe cause it blew our minds\n  So many rhymes that were intricately designed\n  He was Poet Laureate of his time\n  And if you don't mind I'd like to share some of his rhymes\n  Alone in my room looking through the 32x telescope zoom\n  Adjusting the focus of the Moon\n  One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\n  is nothing more than a subjective conclusion\n  What is the maximum field rate application?\n  The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\n  Affects the population fluctuation\n  on a continuous basis but that's just the basics\n  The juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position\n  The precision of something no other has written\n  Way above and beyond what was intended\n  The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence\n  You didn't go to college, obviously\n  I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\n  Your remarkable odyssey, the rhyme's at modest speeds\n  When the brain orders the body not to breathe\n  Your competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league\n  You couldn't possibly be hotter than me\n  Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees\n  You'll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\n  Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\n  My intellectual property's about the size of Greece\n  Your counsellor advised you not to speak\n  My counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat\n  In the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better,\"\n  even though it sort of irked me\n  He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\n  but he felt he was at its mercy\n  Which exploits my point perfectly\n  And certainly reinforces the reason\n  why nobody's probably ever heard of me\n  Couldn't understand what I mean by 'ill'\n  Lest you try to translate what I print to film\n  This is the line of wheel, the circle of time\n  The cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line\n  Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied\n  The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni\n  A wise man sees failure as progress\n  A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\n  And loses his soul in the process\n  Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\n  My style is masterful, multilateral,\n  I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\n  Words of scorn are a disastrous tool,\n  From an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you\n  Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two\n  My attitude is messed up but admirable\n  'Different methods interpreted into different forms\n  From entirely different perceptions and\n  seen from different norms ' (Ouspensky, 1949)\n  Not just spitting a poem, there's much more involved\n  There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\n  Forty Eight Orders of Mechanical Laws\n  And Rays of Creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars\n  Maybe I am self-absorbed, but that's the effect\n  To find the cause you should ask my A&R\n  Today is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was\n  Permitting you've heard of Beelzebub\n  A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\n  With the DJ doing the needle rub\n  Chances are you'd never see me, son\n  Yeah, I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub\n  I came to holler at some big booty bitches\n  and listen to the speakers thump, where'd you get conceited from?\n  I'm so nice on the mic they want to beat me up\n  It's deep as hell, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\n  Really unbelievable stuff\n  There's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck\n  I should leave this rap shit alone\n  And kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home\n  My imagination is my own\n  The liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone\n  With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram\n  and become Can-I-Millennium Man\n  Engrave my back with the Emperor's Stamp\n  Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began\n  Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\n  In the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\n  Every warrior has an axe to bury,\n  But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\n  I said to myself, 'Germaine, this is insane,\n  It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain\"\n  I fought to regain control the plane, but went up in a ball of flames\n  And got banned from the Hip Hop Hall of Fame\n  For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again\n  It cost me everything\n  I'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake\n  Where people create language that pretends to communicate\n  Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes\n  But it's a byproduct of the ghetto music we make\n  From an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late\n  Hip Hop has never been the same since '88\n  Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception\n  That a movement in any direction is progression\n  Even though the potency of it lessens\n  Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question\n  And nobody gives a fuck no more\n  No one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore's Law\n  But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage\n  Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard\n  Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob\n  To the right full-throttle and added panache\n  Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth\n  That's like me telling myself, \"Don't tell me what to do\"\n  Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees\n  Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe\n  My lyrical is so skilfully elliptical\n  I can understand how it makes you miserable\n  You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?\n  And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?\n  You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys?\n  Canibus, why don't you speak to me?\n  Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\n  That's why I said it so vehemently\n  You need to replace the hate with respect\n  I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!\n\n  (Sampled James Dickey)\n  Generally I take... I go with the given.\n  ya know with what comes to me over... the celestial wireless.\n  Whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it\n"},{"id":14708180,"name":"Poet Laureate II","trackName":"Poet Laureate II","artistName":"Canibus & Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind","albumName":"The Masterpiece Collection","duration":439.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Producer: Stoupe\nTime: 7: 19\n\n(James Dickey sample)\nUhh, I don't understand how a writer\ncould ever get writer's block, so-called.\nMy problem is having too much... and being unable to get it down.\n\n(Canibus)ba\nYo, why is the Ripper so ill?\nThat would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal\nHe said, \"One of these days all eyes will be on me\nWhen they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\nRhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\nin a glass with an ion beam for longevity\nFor more than ten centuries, impressions and memories\nThe first time-machine inventor will mention me\nCanibus was a visionary indeed\nHe believed light could travel in multiples of C\nThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\nof Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers\nLiked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler\nAnd he never liked to propagate rumours\nSmoked Canary Island cigars\nLiked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\nHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes\nwhile he was pruning his bonsais\nHe claimed that he had written the 'Greatest Rhyme of All Time'\nBut he would never take it out his archives\nHe wrote two songs per day\nAnd was constantly experimenting with his wordplay\nIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey\nHe got a 'F' but he deserved an 'A'\nI followed his career from the first day\nIt seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\nI've seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays\nWith deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame\nPublic humiliation was the worst pain\nHe was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane\nHe said he wouldn't want another emcee to suffer the same\nEspecially when there's nothing to gain\nHe was the illest alive but nobody would face it\nHe spit 'til his tongue was too torched to taste it\nProperly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations\nTo extract the information\nThey found it utterly amazing\nThey claimed the body of his work was\nthe same thing as a priceless painting\nNever mattered to him the art galleries hated him\nCause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten\nComplete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\nWith sound but without shape or signature\nKept files in his garage on MS-DOS\nin a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd\nOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\nHe apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud\nWe were in total awe cause it blew our minds\nSo many rhymes that were intricately designed\nHe was Poet Laureate of his time\nAnd if you don't mind I'd like to share some of his rhymes\nAlone in my room looking through the 32x telescope zoom\nAdjusting the focus of the Moon\nOne should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\nis nothing more than a subjective conclusion\nWhat is the maximum field rate application?\nThe runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\nAffects the population fluctuation\non a continuous basis but that's just the basics\nThe juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position\nThe precision of something no other has written\nWay above and beyond what was intended\nThe unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence\nYou didn't go to college, obviously\nI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\nYour remarkable odyssey, the rhyme's at modest speeds\nWhen the brain orders the body not to breathe\nYour competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league\nYou couldn't possibly be hotter than me\nOr oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees\nYou'll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\nAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\nMy intellectual property's about the size of Greece\nYour counsellor advised you not to speak\nMy counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat\nIn the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better,\"\neven though it sort of irked me\nHe said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\nbut he felt he was at its mercy\nWhich exploits my point perfectly\nAnd certainly reinforces the reason\nwhy nobody's probably ever heard of me\nCouldn't understand what I mean by 'ill'\nLest you try to translate what I print to film\nThis is the line of wheel, the circle of time\nThe cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line\nAcademic phonetics render critics tongue-tied\nThe personified dry humor of cum laude alumni\nA wise man sees failure as progress\nA fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\nAnd loses his soul in the process\nObsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\nMy style is masterful, multilateral,\nI could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\nWords of scorn are a disastrous tool,\nFrom an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you\nGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two\nMy attitude is messed up but admirable\n'Different methods interpreted into different forms\nFrom entirely different perceptions and\nseen from different norms ' (Ouspensky, 1949)\nNot just spitting a poem, there's much more involved\nThere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\nForty Eight Orders of Mechanical Laws\nAnd Rays of Creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars\nMaybe I am self-absorbed, but that's the effect\nTo find the cause you should ask my A&R\nToday is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was\nPermitting you've heard of Beelzebub\nA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\nWith the DJ doing the needle rub\nChances are you'd never see me, son\nYeah, I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub\nI came to holler at some big booty bitches\nand listen to the speakers thump, where'd you get conceited from?\nI'm so nice on the mic they want to beat me up\nIt's deep as hell, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\nReally unbelievable stuff\nThere's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck\nI should leave this rap shit alone\nAnd kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home\nMy imagination is my own\nThe liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone\nWith a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram\nand become Can-I-Millennium Man\nEngrave my back with the Emperor's Stamp\nBeen spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began\nTrying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\nIn the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\nEvery warrior has an axe to bury,\nBut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\nI said to myself, 'Germaine, this is insane,\nIt's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain\"\nI fought to regain control the plane, but went up in a ball of flames\nAnd got banned from the Hip Hop Hall of Fame\nFor two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again\nIt cost me everything\nI'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake\nWhere people create language that pretends to communicate\nEuphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes\nBut it's a byproduct of the ghetto music we make\nFrom an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late\nHip Hop has never been the same since '88\nSince it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception\nThat a movement in any direction is progression\nEven though the potency of it lessens\nBig money industries writing checks to suppress the question\nAnd nobody gives a fuck no more\nNo one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore's Law\nBut I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage\nEdward Lorenz and Leo Szilard\nLyrically I took rap music and turned the knob\nTo the right full-throttle and added panache\nWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth\nThat's like me telling myself, \"Don't tell me what to do\"\nDialyses and analyses of battle emcees\nSometimes I say things I myself can't believe\nMy lyrical is so skilfully elliptical\nI can understand how it makes you miserable\nYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?\nAnd why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?\nYou wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys?\nCanibus, why don't you speak to me?\nYo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\nThat's why I said it so vehemently\nYou need to replace the hate with respect\nI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!\n\n(Sampled James Dickey)\nGenerally I take... I go with the given.\nya know with what comes to me over... the celestial wireless.\nWhenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poet Laureate II\n  artist: Canibus & Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind\n  album: The Masterpiece Collection\n  duration_ms: 439000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Producer: Stoupe\n  Time: 7: 19\n\n  (James Dickey sample)\n  Uhh, I don't understand how a writer\n  could ever get writer's block, so-called.\n  My problem is having too much... and being unable to get it down.\n\n  (Canibus)ba\n  Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?\n  That would be an unpardonable breech of confidence for me to reveal\n  He said, \"One of these days all eyes will be on me\n  When they look up in the sky and see the neon C\"\n  Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased\n  in a glass with an ion beam for longevity\n  For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories\n  The first time-machine inventor will mention me\n  Canibus was a visionary indeed\n  He believed light could travel in multiples of C\n  The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries\n  of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers\n  Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler\n  And he never liked to propagate rumours\n  Smoked Canary Island cigars\n  Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads\n  He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes\n  while he was pruning his bonsais\n  He claimed that he had written the 'Greatest Rhyme of All Time'\n  But he would never take it out his archives\n  He wrote two songs per day\n  And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay\n  In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey\n  He got a 'F' but he deserved an 'A'\n  I followed his career from the first day\n  It seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways\n  I've seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays\n  With deferred pay, undeterred by the worst shame\n  Public humiliation was the worst pain\n  He was spinning out of control like a class five hurricane\n  He said he wouldn't want another emcee to suffer the same\n  Especially when there's nothing to gain\n  He was the illest alive but nobody would face it\n  He spit 'til his tongue was too torched to taste it\n  Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations\n  To extract the information\n  They found it utterly amazing\n  They claimed the body of his work was\n  the same thing as a priceless painting\n  Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him\n  Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten\n  Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language\n  With sound but without shape or signature\n  Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS\n  in a fireproof pod, we thought it was odd\n  Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock\n  He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud\n  We were in total awe cause it blew our minds\n  So many rhymes that were intricately designed\n  He was Poet Laureate of his time\n  And if you don't mind I'd like to share some of his rhymes\n  Alone in my room looking through the 32x telescope zoom\n  Adjusting the focus of the Moon\n  One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume\n  is nothing more than a subjective conclusion\n  What is the maximum field rate application?\n  The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin\n  Affects the population fluctuation\n  on a continuous basis but that's just the basics\n  The juxtaposition of Can-I-Bus's position\n  The precision of something no other has written\n  Way above and beyond what was intended\n  The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence\n  You didn't go to college, obviously\n  I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology\n  Your remarkable odyssey, the rhyme's at modest speeds\n  When the brain orders the body not to breathe\n  Your competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league\n  You couldn't possibly be hotter than me\n  Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees\n  You'll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze\n  Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please\n  My intellectual property's about the size of Greece\n  Your counsellor advised you not to speak\n  My counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat\n  In the words of Joseph Heller, \"I learned how to write better,\"\n  even though it sort of irked me\n  He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination\n  but he felt he was at its mercy\n  Which exploits my point perfectly\n  And certainly reinforces the reason\n  why nobody's probably ever heard of me\n  Couldn't understand what I mean by 'ill'\n  Lest you try to translate what I print to film\n  This is the line of wheel, the circle of time\n  The cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line\n  Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied\n  The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni\n  A wise man sees failure as progress\n  A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic\n  And loses his soul in the process\n  Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content\n  My style is masterful, multilateral,\n  I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel\n  Words of scorn are a disastrous tool,\n  From an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you\n  Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two\n  My attitude is messed up but admirable\n  'Different methods interpreted into different forms\n  From entirely different perceptions and\n  seen from different norms ' (Ouspensky, 1949)\n  Not just spitting a poem, there's much more involved\n  There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve\n  Forty Eight Orders of Mechanical Laws\n  And Rays of Creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars\n  Maybe I am self-absorbed, but that's the effect\n  To find the cause you should ask my A&R\n  Today is what it is but only because yesterday was what it was\n  Permitting you've heard of Beelzebub\n  A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club\n  With the DJ doing the needle rub\n  Chances are you'd never see me, son\n  Yeah, I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub\n  I came to holler at some big booty bitches\n  and listen to the speakers thump, where'd you get conceited from?\n  I'm so nice on the mic they want to beat me up\n  It's deep as hell, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough\n  Really unbelievable stuff\n  There's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck\n  I should leave this rap shit alone\n  And kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home\n  My imagination is my own\n  The liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone\n  With a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram\n  and become Can-I-Millennium Man\n  Engrave my back with the Emperor's Stamp\n  Been spitting scientific rap since the seventeenth century began\n  Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam\n  In the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang\n  Every warrior has an axe to bury,\n  But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary\n  I said to myself, 'Germaine, this is insane,\n  It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain\"\n  I fought to regain control the plane, but went up in a ball of flames\n  And got banned from the Hip Hop Hall of Fame\n  For two bars I kept hearing in my head over and over again\n  It cost me everything\n  I'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake\n  Where people create language that pretends to communicate\n  Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes\n  But it's a byproduct of the ghetto music we make\n  From an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late\n  Hip Hop has never been the same since '88\n  Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception\n  That a movement in any direction is progression\n  Even though the potency of it lessens\n  Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question\n  And nobody gives a fuck no more\n  No one goes to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moore's Law\n  But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage\n  Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard\n  Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob\n  To the right full-throttle and added panache\n  Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth\n  That's like me telling myself, \"Don't tell me what to do\"\n  Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees\n  Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe\n  My lyrical is so skilfully elliptical\n  I can understand how it makes you miserable\n  You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me?\n  And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy?\n  You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys?\n  Canibus, why don't you speak to me?\n  Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me\n  That's why I said it so vehemently\n  You need to replace the hate with respect\n  I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!\n\n  (Sampled James Dickey)\n  Generally I take... I go with the given.\n  ya know with what comes to me over... the celestial wireless.\n  Whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it\n"}]