Rip Vs Poet Laureate

You have proved your valor yet again

Let us hope for the last time

But there's no one left to fight, sire

There is always somebody left to fight

Are you an ego monster, writing ten thousand bars?

I'll melt your squid face with ten thousand stars

Your battle raps dried up like the ass of the Sphinx

And your brains fried up my verses make your ball shrink

I'll kill you like Marie Curie with Ionizing Radiation

You are facing termination by your own creation

My metaphors mechanics will toss you off the planet

You smoke too much chronic, my vocab is volcanic

Infinite beings with black bars, that eat through rap stars

Travel time in fast cars, you fire past Mars

I ran back home to battle Rip on the phone

Right after I cracked Can-I-Bitch with the Mayan Sun Stone

You say we'll live without fear for several millions years

If you hold hands with your peers like a bunch of queers

My Stryker Brigade driver, strike a gay rapper

I leave Rip dehydrated with lines of hot lava

I tie you up with a snake shaped like a sideways eight

And watch you break and suffocate at an unrelenting pace

Mechanical skeletal structure was designed with a Heavy Mental

Your mind's left behind, it's as light as a feathered quill

The Will of Knowledge God controls thoughts and movement

And force Can-I-Bitch to eat atomic waste pollutant

LL crucified your career with 'The Ripper Strikes Back'

I slice you from ear to ear, who's the Jamaican in the body bag?

Rip the Jacker quantum creator, the quasar quaker

So many layers I can't demonstrate it on paper

My melodic emulators cut you down with trachea lasers

Of deeply deposited argon vapors

My every verse is a psychic institutional burst

I choose which layer to listen to first

At the peak of the Bell Curve, earthquakes make me misspell words

But loud and clear my every verse is well heard

They barely understand you

The unseen hands that sample you and command you, it's quite puritanical

Henry Louis Gates Jr. said I was a lyrical computer

A great leader of a spiritual movement

Homo Noeticus student, the cosmic human

Homo Evolutis, divine rulers from a digital future

I'm a poet not a puppet, I spit these rhymes without a budget

With more infinite rhymes than cousins

Non-periodic comets, halotolonian bubbles in solidified rock deposits

When you take the time to unearth what I did

You will witness infinity, every verse is a bridge

Uneasy lies the head, my crown is too heavy for your men

The mixing board got a thousand channels plugged in

Music generated user generated mixing board entertainment

For you mental entrainment

The mic on my arm is symbolic for a knowledge bomb

Celestial arms spiral into viral columns

I was betrayed the moment you were born

And more often than not I say it in my songs

All day long I talk about Lyrical Law

I reserve the right to say whatever I want

If God kisses your face and the Devil kissed your ass

Then how come you ain't got no goddamn cash?

The breakaway civilization, generation on blast

The human population is reduced to ten percent of the half

For those who love to laugh

Bolides collide with incoming craft

The geography is nanoscopic nano-typography

If you don't understand don't mock me

The midnight lyricist with a one thousand bar cylinders

A Ripper's lyricism is unlimited

The opening mechanism for the Sphinx is behind the ears

But there is freedom behind your fears

I am the autistic King Ellipsis who broke the Ecliptic

But don't nobody wanna listen

After twelve I turned into a Rakim gremlin

Bare witness to my lyrical fitness

Paranoid chilling Bob Dylan, Hip Hop villain

Lyrical Law from the heart of the Dark Lizard King still spitting

Kill a gilla reptile with poisonous venom

Give 'em a poem in every embolism when the rhythm hit 'em

Bus 'em, punishes women and children, whoever wit' 'em

The illest alive, still living, still spitting

The audio master, blast you with a vocal sample trigger

I'm the illest, I'm the illest, I'm the illest

They got their plans and we got ours

Plus I got my own plans if something goes sour

Fast acting bio hazard, my verse is a surface burst

Blasting and attacking and backtracking through a massive magnet

Global area with a bio location for rappers

Vocals powered by zero point magic motors

How many times you done this before Bis?

Created an album that some love but others dismiss

My air-apparent is trying to hijack Hip Hop

Using some fucked up mixing board spirits

Everything I've written for my brothers and sisters who still listen

This ain't no fricking fake reality vision

This a real mission, the real wheels of steel still spinning

I laugh, radio DJs ass kissing

How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em

Beyond the absence of light is only blackness

How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em

Beyond the absence of light is all blackness

Two hundred bars, eleven minutes, eighteen bars per minute

Yeah, I still got it, can you fuck with it?

Superior rhymes recorded inside ethereal time

Uncontrived and alive by design

Tiger tooth Spiderman diving off the roof

Smile, it's the truth when I'm rhyming over loops

I'm in a spaceship minus the roof

Yeah, a real spaceship, something I designed in my youth

Let the world know the truth,

That I designed iller records than you

I wrote, produced and recorded and released a lot more records than you

Just thought that I should get more credit than you

'Cause I'm better than you

See, you can lie to me but don't lie about me

Is that all you got? No wonder you grouchy

My lyrics sound horrible, your voice sounds lousy

So why you still be up on radio talking 'bout me?

Catchphrase me if you can, nobody rhyme like Javelin Fangz

I grab the mic with pure knowledge in my hand

Jump off the bridge, you fake niggas scram

I'll strangle you with dreadlocks and my bear hands

Take you to the ground, release no release, I'm a beast

Run out of wind? I'll hit you with the piece

One, two, three deceased

It's already chaos going on in the streets, it's just you and me

I'ma make you eat everything you said about the kid

Hip Hop's one of those things I'm proud I did

I respect your whole catalog and what you've said

And I'ma share your legacy with the one's who care

They say, "Hip Hop is the greatest story never told"

Imagine what it'd look like at a hundred years old

You can't use mind control on a timeless soul

An emcee's lyrics defines his role

Close encounters with the poetic Buddha

Outside Infinity City, with programmable life-form producers

The Grand Deception, that's what it was

The idea of aliens or anatomical subs

For dinosaurs that feed off our flesh and blood

They worship the Sun, put you to death if you run

The serpent from Eden at Glen Rose, Texas museum

What's the meaning? They lived alongside human beings

Visible photography blends with lomography lens

They can't copy, no matter how they pretend

The Canibus Man, is just apocalypse in a can

But Rip the Jacker spreads soundscapes across the land

Constant to your death signals, Hip Hop jingles

I could literally kill you with a Hip Hop single

SEI is now online, the next verse reverse time

I can float a pound of steel with my mind

Tesla shield designed, obsessed with unlocking my mind

'Cause there is no stopping my kind

The photons of life phase conjugation on the mic

My rhymes re-materialize as light

The lost unified field theory of Maxwell

They know I rap, but they didn't know I rap that well

I can't deceive you, the truth is out there for the people

The lies are transparent to see through

I dream the galactic green, the Northern Lights in the skies

Uninhibited by the jet stream

God is within me, God is within you too

And together we will find the truth

They said "You ain't the same Rip, Canibus, Poet Laureate"

But you never check what Germaine think

Project CC-gate spit, comet sized "C" spaceship

They so shocked they didn't say shit

Lyrical Law is all about the lyrics

And it goes a little something like this, hit it