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Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes

Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X

like the beat I don’t give a fuck
I’m gone remix it
If that hoe a freak
Then she gone ride it like it’s Seabiscuit 
My bullet wounds healed by they self

Had to get up
Just to get out
See I was on this mission racing crowded by this vein distortion
That if I showed these kids I made it surrounded by this

from those actually sung by David on the tracks)
Verse:
Sweet sugar pumping through my veins
Everywhere is on a wire
Sweet sugar you say it's just a game

the Wall
Raised by the Starks, you not cut from this cloth
Like when Briggs bodied Sloth Quarter tough, barnone, bah hum bug
What I'm saying to your top one

now they're no longer captive
David Copperfield boy, all I make is magic
Some people say I changed, I swear I didn't I adapted
Feeling like a Converse

david, I'm Magoh
Got feelin's galore
Eros, Storge, embargo
I always want more
All of these love songs
Feel like empty lies
All of the hatred
And sadness

stomach hurt for real
Nigga know what time it is man, mmhmm
Nigga upset
Like I said, uh, produced by the BasedGod
Nigga playin' with me, mmhmm, I get it
We

them up alteration
See the niggas is basic
I'm David Ruffin temptations
I'm locked in like a mason
Hot boy dat nigga just face it
And I ain't showing no

that ass all in a circle
We throwing racks like its a Superbowl commercial
I'm, gone off the purple watching all these infomercials
When really i'm

properly?
He got booked and did thirty years choppy
These were the men that I was enamored by
The type of man that
My whole family glamorized
All the men I

on a mood
Baby let's see how you move, you know I'm getting these blues and then I'm hopping in the booth
Fire smoking out the roof, water dripping like it

regulations
In places like India still an agrarian based society
Will the land of these already prior to covid heavily indebted farmers
Then be handed over

sleeping on me I'll never let em doze
Like a rose from the concrete ‘bout to see me grow
I see these phoneys from a distance fuck a telescope
Heart

Labeled me a con, ‘fore the 6’9 “Locked Up”
Remix
G shit, I’m always gone peep shit
But if I see us get at you, just know I ain’t see shit
Like I’m blind

every time that I post
Stay on my grind, I'm never sellin' my soul
Makin' some money and buyin' new clothes
You could tell it's drip just by the way that

am I kidding, I don't know
Why listen to these thoughts in my mind
If we all got problems, why listen to mine
Its a shame times a luxury, and our

because I thought your
Goal was a banner
Like David turning green in a cabana

Hulking up on the cellular
Calling Wyc and selling the pitch we won
But had

jue walk away like she craig david
When ley popo come we will garrit
When ley dwarn come we will garrit

Ley maneh jes  talking but deep down ley scary

And I don't give a
Mafuckin shit about society
The product that I'm shippin
Got em flippin, so they buying these
Born to win like Deniro in his prime
Ask

and ima spray like my name David Berkowitz
Getting really easy to appease all the lies
All the labels giving money and I think its my demise
I been going

Excuse let me get a moment of ya time 
Yo
I just peeped you had speak fore walking by
Yea
If u down let's grab a bite lil wine n dine
Eh
Hate

the Kennedy
This is a remix, y'all all know the melody
Hit from the back, got her screamin', she loud
I like how she take it, she makin' me proud
My bitch, she

for my sight
Defeat til thee end
Some people don't want us to make it
Dead ends
Im David
Don't try it
Im Samson
Im Ken
Theses demons don't like it
Im