Aight yo/ let's talk about the incredible rap flow //
We can have a 'Dinner for Five' with John Favreau //
See it comes to me natural //
One of my integral attributes / is to be lyrically tactful //
I can prove who's nicer / who's not an emcee //
Through falsifiable scientific hypotheses //
In recent times / I find / it's never been about the rhymes //
The game is very politicized //
Those who sympathize wit they hearts and minds //
Show hatred through the mouth / body language and eyes //
Sometimes I say to myself / Why do I even try //
In spite of whatever happens / I love it 'til I die //
HOOK
If you don't believe in other dimensions you been duped //
They're the main ingredients in this cosmic soup //
See the mouse? / Grab it //
Edit the edges wit Avid //
Is this the picture of a duck or a rabbit? //
You see ass and tits? / Welcome to madness //
Please / try to interpret the following passage //
Magenetohydrodynamic mechanics //
Translated into Canibus language you'll never understand it //
It's on when the crowd is cheerin' me on //
Wavin' they arms / like they doin' Falun Gong //
Firearms three quarters of a million troops strong //
In a single file line / stretched out a mile long //
Thermodynamics of the second law //
Isolated physical systems lead toward greater disorder //
Across the dry desert in the featureless sand //
Water is secondary to the meaning of man //
I know but I won't tell //
There's more to the human race than polymers proteins and protocells //
Chemical evolution / L- and D-form subunits //
That come from the love of hip hop and rap music //
HOOK
The scourge of the words / I attack the Earth wit //
I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet / what you think? //
Confuse my shrink with English / the publication refuses to print //
My daughter likes blue / and my son likes pink //
Man, gimme a drink //
What kind of world are we livin' in? I think it stinks //
Whatever life you live / it's a quick-sighted quiz //
If you percieve something to be real maybe it is //
Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez / before they go to bed //
Send 'em to school / put 'em in Special Ed. //
Reinforce their paranoia of the feds //
Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge //
The philosophy of the hard-knocks / pan-psychics sit on the block //
And attempt to talk to rocks //
In the projects where they harvest the human crop //
Organic robots that bleed when they get shot //
If you can survive or thrive in the Jamaican ghetto //
You deserve a Congressional medal //
My heart goes out to all the young bloods //
The heart has reasons the mind knows not of //
From the first to the twelfth month //
I keep a twelve pump in the trunk / for the day when Hell comes //
Was invincible on the mic when I held one //
My motto was to blaze all and spare none //
I came / I saw / I conquered / now there's just an empty void //
MicClub come holla at ya boy //
