Canibus - Merchant Of Mataphors lyrics

rate me

Pay attention, Ensign

I need a jet stream pattern assessment, go get it

And tell me the direction that the fuel tank is headed

Scram jet packs straps attached to my back

Rocket exhaust melt skin off like wet wax

Call sign Tom Cat, master ace of aerial combat

I double-time out to the tarmac

Fog covers the launch pad

Order ATC to fall back, but maintain visual contacts

Switch to radar, innovation navigational star map

I won't need to travel beyond that

My jet contrails so long that,

It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD

Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back

To fast track to the lunar surface's dark patch

The darkest part of the Moon where ISS2 was parked at

Inside onyx black alien artifacts

Well guarded in the event of a chartered attack

The outpost is nothing more than a trap

The red planet approach close, I know perigee and impact

Phobos is controlled by the Dracs

Deimos is the most underrated of the pack

It decimates NEA's more than double it's mass

A solar max melts polar caps

I notice that think tanks with closed minds miss unknown facts

Satellites track and match the stats, statistics start to stack

I'm a man of science, not rap

With actionable impulse to act when I can't relax

I work hard but play harder in fact

My rose garden attracts rats,

I sit back and listen to jazz and smoke hash in a mineral bath

I meditate, slightly awake, the moon rays interpermeate my physical state

I gaze into space

The light waves race and shift shape, colors escape

I concentrate on eight frequency rates

The body begins to numb as the spirit elevates

But wait, I'm interrupted by a buzzer at my front gate

Closed circuit surveillance showed me a face

How entertaining, special agents came to visit my estate

"Miss Moneypenny, bring me a plate, a cup of tea, and my terry-cloth robe,

Then show them in to me, I'll wait"

He walked in with a blank face, I calmly remarked, "You're late"

He responded with a strong handshake

Miss Moneypenny returned with eggs and pancakes

I offered them a seat, standing up, looked so out of place

He kindly obliged, but the other two continued to stand

Folded their hands, and gave me the nod

The silence was so profound, that even soft sound seems loud

With ambient music in the background

I slurped when I sipped my tea, it was hot

I chomped when I chewed my chow, it was not

In slow motion the silence was broken, you could hear a pin drop

He said, "You cannot save Hip Hop"

I said why not? I sold mixtapes to buy stock

I've been researching and developing a spitbox

Rap is deeply rooted in the music generation

I can prove it, but it doesn't constitute publication

I swear the Great Bear entered the Dragon's Lair

I was there in the center of St. Petersburg Square

Assigned as a silent observer, but I witnessed a murder

Took a picture of the body and a burner

Circa the time, you called me from Burma

In Port Charlotte Florida, say you were in a coastal corridor

And that's what you call help?

Eight months of Camp Kill Ya' Self couldn't rehabilitate what I felt

And now, here you are, in my backyard

Accusing me for being an outlaw for my bars?

I ain't got nothing for ya, I'll call my controller,

You call your employers, they can talk to my lawyers

He got up, and turned his back on me and said, "I'll be back homie"

I said you better bring an army

He said, "You don't want war"

I called Moneypenny on the intercom and said, "Baby, show them to the door"

To be continued, stay tuned for more

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