is c of tranquility by canibus the greatest display of lyricism in hip hop history?

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[Canibus]

These rhymes resemble knots being tied to time lines,

Becomes a nonlinear noose that will snap your mind,

FIRST! Sever your spine, SECOND! Normal M configurations

Are dismembered and disconnected, very unpleasant,

My third effort employs absurd ethics,

Kangaroo execution court is in session after dawn, but before breakfast,

Expert effective mass burial method so well measured

It's impressive and intensive, not to mention expensive,

Extensive templates taken from all global nano-industrial sectors,

No wonder I'm so aggressive at Tetris,

Pardon me, but I must beckon your attention for no more than several seconds

With the minor hypocritical questions,

Let�s say, I had to make an exception,

Where I complied to exhume a body for postmortem autopsy inspection,

I request the best yes-men,

That promptly recovered the radio frequency identification pin,

Then, trigger the transponder located under the skin

Of the deceased until it showed me a grid,

If that went over your head (HUH) then I�ll be more than pleased to show you again,

But I must rescind, I have pressing matters to attend,

It's my wife�s birthday & I can't be late for delivery

On her customized marble grey bidet, good day!

What the fuck did he just say?! SEE!! Why can't I bust my way?

Since 98� you could trust my name,

I've adapted and adjusted my aim accordingly,

The leap years are boring to me, I speed up quarterly,

The Golden Era of Rap will always be apart of me,

The future talks to me because the present is ignoring me,

My destiny is calling me, the armory of God is guarding me,

But all you can see is holographic artistry,

This is were the road forks, my rhymes leave you lost,

Under a blue moon, ice crystals, fog, and snow fall,

Been a long time, spittin' long rhymes, but I never left you,

Always came back bustin' rhymes that were special,

Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth,

Nowadays, I'm just confessing in the booth,

The music is layered, not computer generated,

A human made it to satisfy unusual cravings,

The mystic in a room with crystal walls & floors,

Looking into a crystal quartz orb, reciting lyrical law,

That cause warm feeling sensations precipitating from the finger tips,

To the arms, to the lips, to the jaws,

To a gold tongue that spits to the tone of the drum,

With the oxygen that flows down the throat to the lungs,

Till every color of my Chakra glows brighter than the Sun,

YOU and I become WE, WE become ONE!

And the Clarity of �C� ingularity has begun,

Between ZERO POINT ZERO & ZERO POINT ONE!

Combinatrix, anything of this persuasion is considered ageless,

BEYOND THE MATRIX!!

Beyond time displacement of space & spaceships in oasis,

Beyond the reach of human contemplation,

Through my music, magic, and inoculated interaction,

Rip The Jacker shows you the future in fragments,

Through MADNESS my view is expanded,

Request passage permission is granted,

I'll introduce you to the language of DRAGONS!

To help balance near impossible trances in the labyrinth

Of the enchanted where air quality is unbearably rancid,

From evil spirits, temperatures frigid,

I cross wooden bridges over methane rivers, it sounds crazy, but listen,

Concise lyrics strike down from the heavens,

A titan like Mike Tyson, beast master with a Tiger & Pigeon,

A four finger ring with a eyeball in it for vision,

Cuz I ain't scared of no 9 foot 11 winged lizards!

I'm known as the Ripper, my soul was delivered to a wizard

For spiritual slave labor in a prison,

My life is my sentence, so I live it,

But I studied the physics & understand it, so it's only a visit,

I look at myself in the mirror, I see a stereoisomer image,

I know it's cryptic, but you like what I'm spittin,

M-M-M-M-Master in the art of rhyming, yield so many surprises,

I've found excessive ferric-iron in my perinatal sinus,

Remote viewing the globe, what I am shown runs my blood cold,

My occipital lobe might explode!

The Godzilla Zillah God, enscripter encryptor,

I drink the Elixir of Knowledge like it was a liquor!

I ain't a rapper, I'm a Ripper Slasher, Supreme Dream Catcher,

Brother Frater who�d rather attend to other matters,

Like mastering words, spell cast a curse you haven't heard,

Incense I burn, smells like a bag of herb!

I walk among the living hidden, but spittin, they bid me good riddance,

Cuz nobody knows what I've written!

Zecharia Sitchin in Hell�s Kitchen, heavy liftin�,

Mixing vocals, switchin� with no mittens, my women keep BITCHIN!

Bitches drug experimenting, bed wetting, & blood letting,

White witches, black magic, rough wedding, with a fuck ending!

I ain't into fashion, think I got jokes?

Keep laughin�, we'll have the ceremony in a cabin,

Rappin� my only compassion that outlasted everything I ever had in life,

And it still respects the Master,

During the brides reception, the Tree of Life supplied me the weapons,

Inside the zodiac, divided in sections,

I categorized 5 elements inscribing the lettering,

Baphomet's unintelligible intelligence is benevolent!!

The initiate magician, not ready but willing,

To perform molecular fission with emotions & feelings,

I stand before the Rabbi with cat-eyes, HE LOOKED HIGH!

I don't mind, the muthafucka look crazy all the time,

He asked me for the wedding band, I gave him the bride�s severed hand,

PUNISHMENT FOR TOUCHING ANOTHER MAN!!

I'm just a poor shoe cobbler from Guadalajara,

Who came in contact with scholars that studied Qabalah,

I do not wish to be a martyr & follow the footsteps of my father,

I want to live the live of a �honest farmer�,

We all became somber as I placed the animal on the altar,

Started the fire, rinsed my hands in some water,

Look into my eyes, I hypnotize my bride as I walk towards her,

The congregation wouldn't take they eyes off her!

I hear moans and weeping coupled with soft but labored breathing,

I pinch myself, AM I DREAMING?

Invisible people speaking, we've met, but I don't remember meeting,

I don't remember these traditional teachings!!

I know I'm reaching into unallowed boundaries, but the rhymes are increasing,

My mind is breaching, I find it pleasing!

Inside the theater of Bar War, unlimited seating,

the kills, still fresh, the cadavers, still bleeding!

The war drum pounds like the wings of a owl beating,

Right before it snares its prey & it begins feasting,

How nice of you to join me this evening,

To see the symphony for its surface complexity out of deep simplicity,

You see, I achieve tranquility with obscure metaphors,

Entering doors not placed between walls, but in the floor,

Midnight strolls through groves of roses, sharing moments,

With whatever hostess is closest, before the solstice approaches,

The fire burns, BUT IT BURNS SMOKELESS!!

Ogres on flying locusts screaming �BUENOS NOCHES!!�

The final battle with vrill, the war cry�s build,

Run em over on the battlefield with chariot wheels,

My shield is composed of meteorite stone,

My sword is honed from a red dragon's rib bones,

Rippin� and spittin�, basic complex combinatrix,

For the agents, tryna hack into my Matrix!

5 out of 10 cases are found with their heads hacked off,

In several places, hanging from metal braces,

Long ago, the ghost of Plato befriended me,

With a amulet intended to anchor my memories,

Tabula Smaragdina, glow greener than any known reefer,

Harness the ether, talk to your leaders,

The seekers of beautiful bars, recording the position of the stars,

Undermining these immutable laws,

Correlating, DNA crossed-fading, what's the point in waiting,

We�re all aging, it's yours for the taking!

A black hole in the making, nothing but a wound gaping

From a womb where there's no escaping,

Only life-forms racing before and after mating,

And merry-making with partners that aren't even facing, WHAT ARE WE CHASING??

Our ancestors asked the same thing,

And we've gotten no closer then they've been, so I prey for the day when,

We don't even need eyes to confirm,

the science and the poor education we've put our faith in,

I don't write this to perform it, NOR, do I say it, to record it,

I feel that I am answering, A CALLING!!!!

Fantastic rhyme mechanics, like that of a blind pianist,

The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets,

The music is magic, WHAT IS THIS MADNESS!?

The stanzas are rites of passage,

Your left brain habits become your baggage,

The masses become savage, roamin' the streets with torn fabrics,

Creativity is less than average

Every baby is born a bastard, so why did you have it!?

This question requires no answer or understanding,

The "C" of Tranquility, that is all I seek,

Nothing is complete without every separate piece,

The "C" of Tranquility, that is all I seek,

Nothing is complete without every separate piece,
 
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Bis has the same problem now that he always had...........His music is just boring, no matter how technicaly sound it is, plus he's on that whole illuminati Conspiracy theory thing which I dont buy a word of...........But he always had skills, just has no entertainment value........You need balance, Big Pun was a complex rhymer but his music was still fun, ya know
 
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thedesolateone;112596 said:
he is only boring because he wont dumb down for the audience.he is too existential for some people

I'm not a Gucci mane fan homie......I like Nas, Big L, Biggie, Pun, Pac, Em, all the way to underground cats like Apathy, Chino XL, and I'ma Die hard Wu fan... I like intelligent lyrics, But listening to canibus rap is the equivelant of Hearing Urkel explain Quantum physics to you........Aint tryin to hear that shit, I went to college, I dont need a professor on the radio
 
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he is so ahead of his time i think hell be apreciated like vangogh 5 years after he is gone plus he is the first to do infinite songs .anyway who can match him in this songs lyrical display is the question?
 
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thedesolateone;112823 said:
he is so ahead of his time i think hell be apreciated like vangogh 5 years after he is gone plus he is the first to do infinite songs .anyway who can match him in this songs lyrical display is the question?

His techcical talent has never been in question......Mechanically, he's a beast.........He just doesnt intrest me anymore.........Back in the day he was better, "Beast from the east" , "Uni-4rm" and "Desperados".................I still play them joints on my Ipod
 
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No doubt it's the greatest display ever. A lot of people don't like Canibus because they don't like music that makes you think. Me and my big brother for example. I could play him a mind blowing freestyle and he'll shrug it off. However, whenever I find a new Little Wayne crunk song for him he goes bananas. When you compare our personalities, he's basically an uber jock(meat-head), and I'm basically an uber nerd. I love nerd shit like comics, sci-fi, politics, while he focuses solely on sports or nothing at all. The C of tranquility proves that music is a very subjective art. Canibus makes music for uber nerds, and technical lyrical junkies. That's a very small market. However, I love him for it, there's nothing like working out to the C of Tranquilty, or throwing Poet Laurette infinity 1-5 while running on the treadmill.
 
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I've always maintained that while Nas is GOAT, Canibus is and will probably always be the illestlyricist ever.

From his pre=debut freestyles, to his 2000bc and mic club albums. Just pure unadulterated, raw sick lyricism. It was simply mindblowing stuff.

I actually think if 2000BC was his first album, hip hop couldabeen on a different course.

Inmy opinion, Poet laurate 2 is his greatest lyric ever. Bis vs Rip his most creative. Most of micclub and 2000bc.

Canibus had mcs shook in a cypher gave birth to the Ems, Royces, Crooked, Joell the whole slaughterhouse.
 
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Kalisto2010;115301 said:
No doubt it's the greatest display ever. A lot of people don't like Canibus because they don't like music that makes you think. Me and my big brother for example. I could play him a mind blowing freestyle and he'll shrug it off. However, whenever I find a new Little Wayne crunk song for him he goes bananas. When you compare our personalities, he's basically an uber jock(meat-head), and I'm basically an uber nerd. I love nerd shit like comics, sci-fi, politics, while he focuses solely on sports or nothing at all. The C of tranquility proves that music is a very subjective art. Canibus makes music for uber nerds, and technical lyrical junkies. That's a very small market. However, I love him for it, there's nothing like working out to the C of Tranquilty, or throwing Poet Laurette infinity 1-5 while running on the treadmill.

Co-sign ^^^

Poet Laurette was my shit!

Cannibus is slept on nowdays, he was and still is ill on the mic regardless what type of content he delivering..
 
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sutterkane;112538 said:
Bis has the same problem now that he always had...........His music is just boring, no matter how technicaly sound it is, plus he's on that whole illuminati Conspiracy theory thing which I dont buy a word of...........But he always had skills, just has no entertainment value........You need balance, Big Pun was a complex rhymer but his music was still fun, ya know

I agree with this. Using big words in your raps does not make you the illest rapper ever. With Canibus, I just think that people hear/read words that they don't understand, so they automatically assume he must be great.

He has a wide vocabulary, but he confuses people too much trying to be an intellectual.
 
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Cannibus aint get no Spotlight cause of the beef between LL ,see dude had the potential to become a Beast.I believe he can go toe to toe with Eminem.I believe they feared Cannibus taking alot of niggaz spots.
 
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Hes one of the greatest ever. No rapper has the skills he has really. I understand he doesnt have the mainstream success and that is important to some extent. But his talent cant be denied.
 
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correction:he may use big words but the way he does shows he understands them and if you understand them you will agree how ill he is
 
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thedesolateone;120950 said:
correction:he may use big words but the way he does shows he understands them and if you understand them you will agree how ill he is

So your view of good lyricism depends upon how many big words a rapper can fit into one bar? That's a very limited view.

And I'm like 100% sure that half of the people in this thread don't even know what most of the words in C of Tranquility mean. But because those words look complicated and advanced and complex, those same people will say that Canibus is ill because he uses words that no one knows what the hell they mean.
 
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So your view of good lyricism depends upon how many big words a rapper can fit into one bar? That's a very limited view.

And I'm like 100% sure that half of the people in this thread don't even know what most of the words in C of Tranquility mean. But because those words look complicated and advanced and complex, those same people will say that Canibus is ill because he uses words that no one knows what the hell they mean.

no, im saying he doesnt use big words for the sake of using them. not only do they make sense in the way he uses them its ill what he is saying by utilizing the words .just because half of the people in this thread don't even know what most of the words in C of Tranquility mean doesnt make the reality of way he is saying any less potent.
 
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I walk among the living hidden, but spittin, they bid me good riddance,

Cuz nobody knows what I've written!

Zecharia Sitchin in Hell�s Kitchen, heavy liftin�,

Mixing vocals, switchin� with no mittens, my women keep BITCHIN!

Bitches drug experimenting, bed wetting, & blood letting,

White witches, black magic, rough wedding, with a fuck ending!

I ain't into fashion, think I got jokes?

Keep laughin�, we'll have the ceremony in a cabin,

Rappin� my only compassion that outlasted everything I ever had in life,

And it still respects the Master,

During the brides reception, the Tree of Life supplied me the weapons,

Inside the zodiac, divided in sections,

I categorized 5 elements inscribing the lettering,

Baphomet's unintelligible intelligence is benevolent!!

The initiate magician, not ready but willing,

To perform molecular fission with emotions & feelings,

I stand before the Rabbi with cat-eyes, HE LOOKED HIGH!

I don't mind, the muthafucka look crazy all the time,

He asked me for the wedding band, I gave him the bride�s severed hand,

PUNISHMENT FOR TOUCHING ANOTHER MAN!!

I'm just a poor shoe cobbler from Guadalajara,

Who came in contact with scholars that studied Qabalah,

I do not wish to be a martyr & follow the footsteps of my father,

I want to live the live of a �honest farmer�,

We all became somber as I placed the animal on the altar,

Started the fire, rinsed my hands in some water,

Look into my eyes, I hypnotize my bride as I walk towards her,

The congregation wouldn't take they eyes off her!

I hear moans and weeping coupled with soft but labored breathing,

I pinch myself, AM I DREAMING?

Invisible people speaking, we've met, but I don't remember meeting,

I don't remember these traditional teachings!!

I know I'm reaching into unallowed boundaries, but the rhymes are increasing,

My mind is breaching, I find it pleasing!

Inside the theater of Bar War, unlimited seating,

the kills, still fresh, the cadavers, still bleeding!
 
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My shield is composed of meteorite stone,

My sword is honed from a red dragon's rib bones,

Rippin� and spittin�, basic complex combinatrix,

For the agents, tryna hack into my Matrix!

5 out of 10 cases are found with their heads hacked off,

In several places, hanging from metal braces,

Long ago, the ghost of Plato befriended me,

With a amulet intended to anchor my memories,

Tabula Smaragdina, glow greener than any known reefer,

Harness the ether, talk to your leaders,

The seekers of beautiful bars, recording the position of the stars,

Undermining these immutable laws,

Correlating, DNA crossed-fading, what's the point in waiting,

We�re all aging, it's yours for the taking!

A black hole in the making, nothing but a wound gaping

From a womb where there's no escaping,

Only life-forms racing before and after mating,

And merry-making with partners that aren't even facing, WHAT ARE WE CHASING??

Our ancestors asked the same thing,

And we've gotten no closer then they've been, so I prey for the day when,

We don't even need eyes to confirm,

the science and the poor education we've put our faith in,

I don't write this to perform it, NOR, do I say it, to record it,

I feel that I am answering, A CALLING!!!!

Fantastic rhyme mechanics, like that of a blind pianist,

The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets,

The music is magic, WHAT IS THIS MADNESS!?

The stanzas are rites of passage,

Your left brain habits become your baggage,

The masses become savage, roamin' the streets with torn fabrics,

Creativity is less than average

Every baby is born a bastard, so why did you have it!?

This question requires no answer or understanding,
 
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Fantastic rhyme mechanics, like that of a blind pianist,

The keys are metallic, my fingers are magnets,

The music is magic, WHAT IS THIS MADNESS!?

The stanzas are rites of passage,

Your left brain habits become your baggage,
 
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