YonSome say the pen overpowers the swordnThe video camera is just as powerful when it recordsnAppallin' footage of cops breakin' the lawnMad at you because of what you saw, now they breakin' ya jawnI been accused, of bein' internally preoccupiedn'Cause the rhymes talk to me, and I talk to the rhymesnClinically induced impulses reveal what's hiddennWritten prescriptions, given by qualified cliniciansnLafayette peg boards be spinnin on turn tablesnTo determine the motor coordination availablenThose able to speak what I spoke, repeat my quotesnMy systematic treatment approach, be deep in they throatsnI inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal dosenOf unspeakable dope, worse than opium smokenWell-spoken like Washington Post, or a Fox News Network hostnScale intelligence like Wechsler AdultsnNonnormative data, brain storage matter couldn't capturenA couple years ago they had to put it on NapsternRessurect Rip the Jacker, rip these rappersnFor every second the clock ticks, I'm a attack yann[HOOK]nnThe C-A-N dash I dashnB-U-S gets the last laugh, before the critical massnIn half the speed of a bulb flashnFire engulf that ass, into a mole hill of charcoal ashnOnly to be blown away by a cold draftnWack emcees got no chance, it's so sadnThey say to Canibus, Will you ever run out of things to say?nHow much breath can a man breathe in a day?nNeedless to say, I think it's kinda deep in a waynPeople be like Bis is too ill, keep him awaynIt's a good thing I got patiencenI been waitin here longer than Dr. Levinson's time equationsnTryin' to figure out what made mennWas it inflation, or are we just a product of the apes thennn[HOOK]nnYou think because I'm not on a major I can't bus'nAnd because I come from the ghetto that I can't adjustnYeah my disposition was roughnBut it turned me into a quick learner, all I need now is some lucknI used to be a undisciplined piece of fecal matternA underdog rapper, but I closed that chapternI deal wit my adaptive difficulty fasternAnd question my projected technique as a rappernI've lost interest in the battle glory and glamornBut I cant control Rip the Jacker, when he gets amped upnIt doesn't matter, we all got a dark sidenA loud mouth, Mau Mau from the ApartheidnYo you wanna earn your respect, then come to micclub dot netnAnd see if you can impress the bestnn[HOOK]