Dr C Phd

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40

a molecular archceogenetic laboratory

that can analyze complex poetry data for me

even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary

I frog leap over awful beats

then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s

to determine the age of anything ever made

regardless of how the outside surface has changed

I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain

with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames

with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal

viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull

let's have a dictionary duel after school

check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room

so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth

if you ain't got this album, you missing the proof

prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes

glow against the pale background of the moon

toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods

burning your flammable boxes and booms

got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood

motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't lose

give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you

who's the illest, who's it really up to

rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier

tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire

till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up

'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar

disaster for hire over beats by pious

flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger

in my iris, Canibus is a fighter

motherfucker, my greatgrandfather was Irish

let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson

give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man

put a thousand on me, put one on him

i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim

yo I soak that s