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[Chorus]This is the C section<br /> Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y&#39;all to mic club heaven<br /> This is the C section<br /> A lyrical legend second to none in this profession<br /> [Canibus]I spit it exquisite<br /> And rip it minute by minute<br /> I&#39;m in it to win it<br /> You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished<br /> Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist<br /> With a senator minister from the executive senate<br /> Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods<br /> Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing<br /> Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors<br /> Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in<br /> Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven<br /> Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it<br /> For an expensive percentage<br /> With nine tenths of the credit<br /> Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage<br /> I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors<br /> In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter<br /> This is art imitating life imitating art<br /> Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk<br /> Idealistically I spit for free<br /> The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me<br /> Challenges me<br /> E A six speed prowlers<br /> Superior air power<br /> Fly around us with propulsion that&#39;s soundless<br /> Spittin rhymes out by the thousands<br /> Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit<br /> Attitude cynicism and lassitude<br /> Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool<br /> Spit what I&#39;ll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son<br /> Your children disappear from a trition<br /> Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it<br /> Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin<br /> You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions<br /> With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers<br /> Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar<br /> <br /> And rock it like thugs who work for mic club<br /> Hyped up and tear the mic up my man<br /> Move forward as expeditiously as I can<br /> Ain&#39;t nobody in the world like Bis<br /> The nitrous with radio telescopic devices<br /> Same type shit<br /> Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American<br /> Lyricist turned microphone terrorist<br /> Airlift me off the front line to my therapist<br /> So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this<br /> This is what they want this is what they love<br /> To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs<br /> While I&#39;m in the cut satellite trackin you rappers<br /> With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris<br /> Theories of super-lattice and super-savage<br /> Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch<br /> The farther I climb the harder I rhyme<br /> You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive<br /> The quality of life is an illusion of the mind<br /> Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side<br /> According to the science of the C-section applied<br /> If they say I&#39;m the best after I die don&#39;t be surprised<br /> I C-section the sky let my energy rise<br /> At the moment of truth I know it&#39;s definitely my time<br /> As my soul is eased through the sive I&#39;ll be grateful because I lived<br /> The only drawback is that I didn&#39;t have kids<br /> To C-section my beautiful whiz<br /> And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his<br /> Who knows what the future will bring<br /> It stresses me to think<br /> This mic meant everything now it doesn&#39;t seem important<br /> Now I gotta follow orders defend borders<br /> From Maine to California Seattle to Florida<br /> If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I&#39;d ask her<br /> I&#39;d speak to her about my passions<br /> As the hourglasses turn my life passes<br /> I&#39;ll just wait till I see the master and I&#39;ll just ask him<br /> Forget it that&#39;s the future this is the present<br /> A message to anybody listenin to the C section<br /> [Chorus] - repeat 2XLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

"c" Section Lyrics


[Chorus]This is the C section
Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven
This is the C section
A lyrical legend second to none in this profession
[Canibus]I spit it exquisite
And rip it minute by minute
I'm in it to win it
You fuckin rhyme with bis you finished
Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist
With a senator minister from the executive senate
Pro-gression followed by metaphorical methods
Testing 1 2 3 4 testing testing
Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors
Predators eat intestines of anything they entrusted in
Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven
Then make a mc salad out of suckas and sell it
For an expensive percentage
With nine tenths of the credit

Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage
I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors
In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter
This is art imitating life imitating art
Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk
Idealistically I spit for free
The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me
Challenges me
E A six speed prowlers
Superior air power
Fly around us with propulsion that's soundless
Spittin rhymes out by the thousands
Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit
Attitude cynicism and lassitude
Battle you? come on dude I should slap you fool
Spit what I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son
Your children disappear from a trition
Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it
Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin
You snippin to clippin in the C-section incisions
With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers
Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar
And rock it like thugs who work for mic club
Hyped up and tear the mic up my man
Move forward as expeditiously as I can
Ain't nobody in the world like Bis
The nitrous with radio telescopic devices
Same type shit
Facially hairless igogarious Jamaican-American
Lyricist turned microphone terrorist
Airlift me off the front line to my therapist
So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this
This is what they want this is what they love
To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs
While I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers
With months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris
Theories of super-lattice and super-savage
Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch
The farther I climb the harder I rhyme
You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive
The quality of life is an illusion of the mind
Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side
According to the science of the C-section applied
If they say I'm the best after I die don't be surprised
I C-section the sky let my energy rise
At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time
As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I lived
The only drawback is that I didn't have kids
To C-section my beautiful whiz
And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his
Who knows what the future will bring
It stresses me to think
This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important
Now I gotta follow orders defend borders
From Maine to California Seattle to Florida
If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her
I'd speak to her about my passions
As the hourglasses turn my life passes
I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll just ask him
Forget it that's the future this is the present
A message to anybody listenin to the C section
[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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Born Germaine Williams in 1974 in Jamaica, Canibus moved to the United States with his mother at a young age. Because his mother's career required constant relocation, the family moved frequently and the soon-to-be rapper found solace within himself. His rhetorical abilities blossomed later, once hip-hop became the guiding force in his life. He began rhyming and in the mid-'90s joined a group called T.H.E.M. (The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors.)

This group consisted also of his partner Webb. Following a fallout with his partner, Canibus pursued a solo career and began infiltrating the mix-tape circuit. By 1997, he had approached the brink of the major-label rap game, guesting regularly on high-profile releases: He contributed to "Uni-4-orm," an inclusion on the Rhyme & Reason soundtrack also featuring Heltah Skeltah and Rass Kass; "Love, Peace & Nappiness," an inclusion on the Lost Boyz's Love, Peace & Nappiness also featuring Redman and A+; "Making a Name for Ourselves," an inclusion on Common's One Day It'll All Make Sense; the non-album remix of Wyclef Jean's "Gone Till November."

And most famously, "4, 3, 2, 1," an inclusion on LL Cool J's Phenomenon also featuring Redman, DMX, and Method Man.

Of the several guest appearances, "4, 3, 2, 1" certainly meant the most, as it brought together many of New York's preeminent hardcore rappers and thus ushered Canibus into that same elite class. At the same time, however, Canibus lashed out shortly afterward with the Mike Tyson-featuring "Second Round K.O.," where he rhymed, "So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine/You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine."

In fact, the entirety of the song directed barbed rhymes at LL: "You walk around showin' off your body cause it sells/Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills/Mad at me 'cause I kick that sh*t real niggaz feel/While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels," and so on. Shortly thereafter, LL sought his revenge, releasing "The Ripper Strikes Back" on the Survival of the Illest soundtrack (1998) and thus channeling even more attention toward Canibus.

From the track's chorus ("Can-I-bus? Yes you can!") to practically every line of the verses ("You soft as a newborn baby takin' a nap/Make my dick hard with that bitch-ass track/Where you at? smokin' in some one-room flat/Suckin' on Clef's dick hopin' to come back"), LL unleashed a fury of insults and threats. The media, of course, elevated the battle to grand heights, as even MTV gave the story headlines. In the aftermath of 2Pac's and Biggie's deaths, such confrontations fascinated the rap community, and Canibus certainly capitalized on his newfound publicity.

As for his debut full-length, Can-i-bus (1998), though, the response was sobering. Critics expressed little support, and sales quickly dropped as listeners also felt genuinely disappointed. Executive produced by Wyclef, the album suffered on many levels, both production-wise and rhetorically as well (critics targeting Canibus' delivery more than his lyrics or themes). The momentum that "Second Round K.O." had generated simmered almost immediately, and it didn't help that LL's "Ripper Strikes Back" found substantial acceptance at the time as well.

In the two years following the release of Can-i-bus, the rapper maintained an extremely low profile, much in contrast to the regular guest appearances he had made leading up to his debut. As a result, when he finally did return with his follow-up album, 2000 B.C. (2000), few noticed, it came and went generally unheard, and Canibus returned to the underground after parting ways with Universal. He continued to record albums and release them on the independent circuit (including 2002's Mic Club, 2003's Rip the Jacker, and 2005's Mind Control); furthermore, he retained a small base of fans as well, yet his days as the next-big-thing had clearly come and gone, as they similarly had for so many other talented rappers.

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