Текст песни Canibus -  ``C`` Section   
                                        Canibus -  ``C`` Section слова песни 
                                    
                                    
                             
                            
                            
                                
     
 
                                                                     
[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