Behind Enemy Rhymes

When the Curriculum storms //
Modern rap history is reborn on CD code in the form of a poem //
Anyone who studies Canibus’ past //
Knows he has the answers to questions you’re probably not advanced enough to ask //
Super advanced faculty math //
Chairman of curriculum class, eighty-five percentile never pass //
Ten-percentile smile and five don’t even laugh //
When the chalk is in my hand and I’m drawing up graphs //
I present the contingency plans to the top brass //
They probably think I’m on speed I’m talking so fast //
The body of the rhyme is smooth like Body & Bath //
The summary is more explosive than a meth-lab blast //
My symmetrical shock waves shatter glass //
As my U2-35 rhyme hits critical mass //
Apocalypse now, lyrical wrath blows everything off the map //
From green grass to African baobabs //
Spike with electromag ‘til aircrafts crash //
CDC in the streets passing out gas masks //
Gorgeous women thank me for the oxygen tank //
Baby, the chevrons on my arm will tell you my rank //
Maybe I’ll become another casualty in the field //
They’ll engrave my tombstone with Damascus steel //
The best beats in the world couldn’t rival my skill //
It’s like pouring a cup of water on a million beached whales //
Grand eloquence of an unprecedented scale //
Close your eyes and feel the rhyme because I’m better in Braille //
The Francis Bacon basics, I should reiterate this //
“We rise to great heights by winding staircases” //
Lines spiral in a French-curved design //
When the Curriculum storms Behind Enemy Rhymes //
When the Curriculum storms, this is lyrical law //
Computer programmed bars come out of digital jaws //
This is the toughest course in hip-hop so far //
Behind Enemy Rhymes when the Curriculum storms //
When the Curriculum storms, this is lyrical law //
Computer programmed bars come out of digital jaws //
This is the toughest course in hip-hop so far //
Behind Enemy Rhymes when the Curriculum storms //
Written addendum, curriculum attention deficit disorder, magician flipping them //
With serotonin re-uptake inhibitors that inhibit them from seeing the vision when //
They spit against ‘Bis and them they must want to get dissed again //
I’m sicker than your sixth sense //
Inhale breaths through louvers in my chest bigger than wind tunnel vents //
Please believe the ammo is live //
A fusillade of rhymes flies through your ride and gulf stream fuselage //
Blistering speeds fool eyes with fast rhymes //
Setting world records for Nurburgring’s fastest lap times //
Get checkered flags for forty-eight tracks of rhymes //
One hundred times with vocal signature too complex to sign //
Human by design, a mental monster of the mind //
Rhetoric versus reality the reason I rhyme //
Internally inclined to shine //
Principles of plenitude I spit at you injure you if you step out of line //
A transcendental intellectual //
A marvel to the medical professionals that claim they have more tests to do //
Before they understand what I’m equipped to do //
Visual psycho-analytical proof that I’ll rip you //
I’ll rip the roof off like cyclones do //
When the Curriculum storms I’ll rip a microphone too //
A molecular miracle in the physical //
My lyrical was always something for you to listen to //
Difficult but legible //
Forever memorable enough to remain in the membrane of you’re mental pool //
I’ll train your brain muscles and take you to school //
Hard rocks become gentle jewels //
These are the rules //
When you’re in a Mic-Club mood you never get booed //
Aptitude and attitude are your battling tools //
Stay calm, and spit those bars //
If you find yourself Behind Enemy Rhymes you’ve got to weather the storm //
When the Curriculum storms, this is lyrical law //
Computer programmed bars come out of digital jaws //
This is the toughest course in hip-hop so far //
Behind Enemy Rhymes when the Curriculum storms.
When the Curriculum storms, this is lyrical law //
Computer programmed bars come out of digital jaws //
This is the toughest course in hip-hop so far //
Behind Enemy Rhymes when the Curriculum storms //