Psych Evaluation Lyrics - Canibus

Yo 

Some say the pen overpowers the sword 

The video camera is just as powerful when it records 

Appallin' footage of cops breakin' the law 

Mad at you because of what you saw, now they breakin' ya jaw 

I been accused, of bein' internally preoccupied 

'Cause the rhymes talk to me, and I talk to the rhymes 

Clinically induced impulses reveal what's hidden 

Written prescriptions, given by qualified clinicians 

Lafayette peg boards be spinnin on turn tables 

To determine the motor coordination available 

Those able to speak what I spoke, repeat my quotes 

My systematic treatment approach, be deep in they throats 

I inject the frontal lobe of the brain with a lethal dose 

Of unspeakable dope, worse than opium smoke 

Well-spoken like Washington Post, or a Fox News Network host 

Scale intelligence like Wechsler Adults 

Nonnormative data, brain storage matter couldn't capture 

A couple years ago they had to put it on Napster 

Ressurect Rip the Jacker, rip these rappers 

For every second the clock ticks, I'm a attack ya 

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The C-A-N dash I dash 

B-U-S gets the last laugh, before the critical mass 

In half the speed of a bulb flash 

Fire engulf that ass, into a mole hill of charcoal ash 

Only to be blown away by a cold draft 

Wack emcees got no chance, it's so sad 

They say to Canibus, "Will you ever run out of things to say? 

How much breath can a man breathe in a day?" 

Needless to say, I think it's kinda deep in a way 

People be like "Bis is too ill, keep him away" 

It's a good thing I got patience 

I been waitin here longer than Dr. Levinson's time equations 

Tryin' to figure out what made men 

Was it inflation, or are we just a product of the apes then 

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You think because I'm not on a major I can't bus' 

And because I come from the ghetto that I can't adjust 

Yeah my disposition was rough 

But it turned me into a quick learner, all I need now is some luck 

I used to be a undisciplined piece of fecal matter 

A underdog rapper, but I closed that chapter 

I deal wit my adaptive difficulty faster 

And question my projected technique as a rapper 

I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamor 

But I cant control Rip the Jacker, when he gets amped up 

It doesn't matter, we all got a dark side 

A loud mouth, Mau Mau from the Apartheid 

Yo you wanna earn your respect, then come to micclub dot net 

And see if you can impress the best 

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