[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 Fyg