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[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

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Gitan...
Je revais enfant
De vivre libre comme un gitan
Je voyais des plages
De sable noir
Ou couraient des chevaux sauvages
Et je dessinais dans mes cahiers
Les sentiers secrets
Des montagnes d Espagne

Gitan...
Quand plus tard
J apprenais mes premiers accords de guitare
Sur les routes je partais sans bagages
En revant d autres paysages
Ou je suivais les gens du...

Never needed anybody, helpless restless little soul
Always fighting against somebody, living in denial all alone
But I know

No one can live broken hearted
Not that I know of anyway
If only you could break this shell around me
Til that I´m standing on my own
Living in denial...

Po co mi w głowie śpi
Pół miliona słów
Gdy potrzeba nie ma nigdy ich
Kłamiesz jak z nut
Ja ósmym zmysłem wiem
Co ty chcesz powiedzieć mi

Jesteśmy jak zwabione światłem ćmy
Chcemy, co noc
Żywcem w ogniu spalać się
Mów mi, że boli
Potem będzie lżej
W końcu...

Trying hard to keep my cool
Trying hard to forgive
But I ve been pushed around too long
Drained on my will to live
Don t provoke me, I m a desperate man

You don t wanna know, where I m gonna go

Forgive me

So I ll cross my heart
And hope to die
Before I have a chance to lie
To you my dear
Who I wish no harm
But I know in the end this will turn out wrong
See I ve been known to fall in love
But sometimes love just is not enough
And my heart will stray
Before...