[Intro: movie sample]
  Claims are being made
  That for me go far beyond the available evidence
  In fact in many cases are contradicted by the evidence
  And that bothers me
  
  [Canibus]
  Forensic psychologists, Samuel with the brides
  Explains you probably never understand Jermaine
  Incoherent speaches, puzzles and pieces
  The sub-chemical deepness, suck his clan 'til they screeches
  Realms of heaven and hell
  Flowing angelic gell strikes with voron leukaemia cells
  Demons in hell, they call to me, I scream "what can you offer me?"
  They reply "tecnosaucery"
  They tell me the meek will never inherit the world
  Cuz they weak standin' on two 12 inch feet
  I dream Quashee Canonian dreams when I sleep
  Peyote leads to snakes with a blood of a priest
  In the room where the ceiling leaks and crimps in grease
  Where the living eats the dead and the dead reek
  Rockbottom transforms human beings to beast
  Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth?
  It's the optical stimuli of watching men cry
  I hope I've got time to repent before I die
  Battle me at the beach if the sea is out of reach
  Cuz when I speak what's fluid becomes concrete
  Like a falcon up in the sky, 10 thousand feet
  Lookin' down at you bitches lookin' at me
  Fame shift into 45 degrees, I'm too crooked to see
  I memorise the books that I read
  Suckin' from the breast of knowledge, constantly weaning
  Unforseeningly a genuis without meaning
  Try to visualise what happy Houdini was feeling
  Handcuffed under water without breathing
  Near death on a fatal quest for air
  But why should anyone care? He put himself there
  His career was based on facing the stares
  To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs
  He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers
  They couldn't tell him where he was goin' or how to get there
  It's better to be prepared and fail than be scared
  and unsure of yourself and still get killed
  Don't rhyme like I used but I've still got skills
  More than a couple confirmed kills under the belt
  Huntin' MCs like huntin' Elk
  Camouflaged in the dense bust of stealth determined his health
  I don't do this to anybody except myself
  Stuck with motherfuckers like the trophy on my shelf
  Fuck the promo, nigga I do this for dolo
  Flow from the first album, the 24-0-0
  Round the clock launce, I got a cup of coco
  When I be a no show with my girl fives don't go
  And she give me blow more than 2 times on the row
  And I'd rather chill with her than kill you with a rhyme that I wrote
  Count how many mics that I smoke minus the gold
  Bust dope, my battlin' average higher than most
  When I'm on the mic I release fire from throat
  If you disagree please do it quietly folks
  Anybody better than Bis must be a hoax
  Black man NO, what about the great white ho?
  What? Man you must be sniffin' the great white coke
  Don't you that's like Gary Comb, I'm fightin' a hulk
  Still not even quite that close
  A great mic fight in ya rubber dingi boat 50 miles out from the coast
  What the fuck is the maddness with you
  I beat you black and blue, then I give the tablet the true
  Better yet I put a tattoo of me on you
  A 10 by 10 ceelo go neon blue
  The most theatrical MC battle of all time
  I rip jackers like you, you know my call sign
  Kill a cobra, stick hooker over behovin'
  Motorise auto gyros with sycamore rotors
  Hydrogen peroxide, gaseous vapors
  Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper
  In theory, for every soul that can hear me I'ma blaze them
  In practical practice my style's even greater
  Can't you see what I'm spittin'? Can't you here the difference?
  Compared to me you're energetically inefficient
  You need ten times the enzymes to process one of my rhymes
  You got to rewind every one of my lines
  Do you know how to paraphrase?
  Do you even understand what the narrator's tryna say?
  The climax explodes, nobody can force out of my flow
  Figurably the language is too dope
  Academic journals print my lyrical quotes
  They show parallelism in all the albums I wrote
  On any track I come off strong automatically
  Whether I write interactive or pass the capacity
  Poetry that I spit is autonomous to cliff
  written on tablets of clay mortar mix, superb
  Truly superb, analyse the words
  It's like I'm jerkin ya birds fly above the earth
  The Eye of Horus, the miniature tour ride within the giant tourist
  With singularity on the chorus I still sound enourmous
  Borderline, insanity tryna break you through humanities border
  With a new curriculm every quarter
  I'm the pawn of the pawner with the secret mic world order
  Baptise you with Jamaican White Rum and water
  If you got a hundred bars then I know you a warrior
  I'll be the one that award ya, pinch the medal on you
  Dedicate a song to you, cuz not in autoble
  You want a record deal
  Explain the lyrical grande unified field so I can test ya skill
  Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it and write it in latin
  Not spanish god dammit, step back so I can look at it
  "da dad dad ada dada", ah what the fuck is that wack shit?
  Crumpsy and dumb like a hand with five thumbs
  Work for the Mic Club, Curriculum 101