Title 17 USMC lyrics - Canibus

I'm in a meeting with the Surgeon General of written texts

The battery of 1000 psychological tests

I am exhausted and stressed but I continue to press

She asked me if I'm the best. I signed languaged back YES

Spell words wrong, when writtin down rhymes nowadays

My hairs are beginning to Grey, that's why I'm a shave

The sky dark purple, low crawl through the wormhole

Took me back to 1998 at Universal

2008 I'm eternal

You know I'm still nice with the verbals, and I ain't even heard you

Your views. Your virtues

Whatcha goin do when Martial Law curfews lock down your Rock Band Rehearsal

Got ground zero asthma cancer

Buried on the moon as the top Hip-Hop Commander

After talkin to Paul Laffoley, he spoke about perigee and apogee

Something that I understood naturally

The mindscape, the other atmosphere is my space

But in my case, I seem trapped by the rhymes that I make

Canibus code for a data tabulated below [?]

It's the end of the world you know, glad you made it to the show

According to Title 17 USC, section 107

Canibus is just an MC

I'm a Reggaeton rap translated from Jamaica

You a hater with that white boy hodgy behavior

You could say what you say, but, my catalog greater

Everything you heard before with more layers

Poet Laureate V, why didn't they accept me?

If I remember correctly, let's see

The "C" of Tranquility, the mind will ascend

The audio will blend into multiples of 10

The lies we have been told really are the truth

So together we will all learn again what we knew

Proud to have come so far, spit another bar

The carousel issue continues to revolve unresolved

Take my hand Ripper Grand Wizard chain of command

Take this torch to another land, tell them who I am

The riot squad robot look like Robocop photoshopped

Heckler and Koch, Semi auto stock

I speak into the Mic, leaves fall off the "Tree of life"

BUT next Fall I'm a see if you nice