Victoria Justice ☆ A Thousand Miles

[Sample:]

“Cycles of time; it is ubiquitous it goes all over the place

It’s ancient, it’s one of the most ancient symbols there are

And this is an interpretation of what that actually means”

[Canibus:]

This is never been done before with a rhyme outside the realm of time

It’s the first of its kind

POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!

I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!!

Nobody do it better, there ain’t a truer Ripper

I did this separate imagine what we could do together

Inspired by GOD, inspired by the sufferin’

Was it done by a prophet? – it must of been

Who was it then? (Rip the Jacker)

Hot but cold blooded, many utter the name but very few love him

Other emcees be nervous or somethin’

Rhymes in abundance, Hip-Hop Justice

Rappers are captured and punished

The Polar Manitoba’s melted by lava

A team of ER doctors climbed aboard the chopper

My skull is a submarine hull

I empty the ballast tanks I could smell the shit from the sea gulls

My mind dives deep beneath yours

Poseidon Trident Seahorse bubbles form I scream with extreme force

Marinari’s Trench detour to Ultima Thule

Let me explain what my sonar saw

This is the greatest rhyme of all time supposedly

Through a term I’d like to call “Pulse Detonation Poetry”

Industrialists, civilians women and children directly

Military chiefs, aristocrats in buildings

Membership is based off your raw intelligence

400 screen video editing with hard evidence

Imagine being fined over a rhyme for steppin’ over the line?

When I inspired Hova and Nas

Recite 33 3’s 33 times

For 24 hours, 21 thousand Nautical miles

Don’t be upset with Canibus yet, the kids just want respect

You been a success but what do he get?

Devine design, a miracle of Metallurgy

Every clergy member from Mecca who heard of me worshipped me

I got away nervously, talked about it purposefully

Next time I see it, it’s gonna have a word with me

The Biological Chemical emergency

I purchase the beat; I resumed PsyOps on the enemy

Mix the blood so it don’t coagulate

The sex magic won’t work if the bitch masturbates

Nobody can hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape

A capsule in Space, no emcee could rhyme like this, there’s no challenge

His Poet Laureate should pontificates balance

Telencephalon olfactory lobes I had to practice

When a woman has her period I smell it on the mattress

Advanced Step In Innovative Mobility

Most emcees try to clone me lyrically

They can’t battle me so they’d rather embarrass me

But I need a volunteer, do I have any?

The NASA contractor with a satchel of answers

I passed up the Nobel Peace Prize for my passion

Most of you will never understand what I mean

My dreams are broken into storyboard scenes

Kill you with green Lasers, evaporated weed vapour

Electromagnetic Scalar then somethin’ they call a Maser

“That is not dead which can eternally lie

And with strange aeons even death may die”

The leaders lies got me reassigned, my loyalty was redefined

They will not be allowed to see the rhymes

In a town near Kadam and Kakrak Jalalabad

I pray in a hut constructed from Sago Palm

I’ma take you for a walk thru a beautiful place called Honey Swamp

We’ll shoot hoops at Mosquito Lagoon Park

Emotion manifest Thought

Thought manifest Words Actions and Reality

That’s how it has to be

The overseer of poetic antiquities

Victoria and Albert Museum kept them for me

Inject the gas into the centrifuge mass

The Teleological Dynamic will enhance

I remove the veil from in front of me

Suddenly, truly, there is too much to see

The Law of Attraction is attracted to me

The Laws of Poetry in action is practiced quite actively

My body did not melt beyond the Van Allen Belt

I was transformed into a spirit with no shell

I’m modifying the weather from behind a weather shield

Writing with a feathered quill, gettin’ more ill

I hope I am not alone, that would be terrible

If I am celebrating and that’d be a miracle

At least for my interconnected introspective perspective

The more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence

Hip-Hop made me, Hip-Hop praise me

Ain’t nothin’ changed me since 1980

Involuntary catalepsy, BATTLE ME BABY!!!

1000 BARS NIGGA!!!, Zero Vector System

Brain waves reveal High Yield E&D Fields

Chew emcees like I’m eatin’ a meal

Normal life is not real; we are just cogs in a wheel

We work, we hurt, we search, we feel

The microphonist that utilizes the study of Conics

Circular motion in both the Para and the hyperbolas

Mad Max beyond Thunderdome under Red Rock

It’s no use if you can’t use what you got

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si-Do

These are the tones that will activate your ohms

Who have lost their faith, who have lost their hope

Who have lost their point, who have lost their own

Are you food for the moon? The potion is you

Just in case you try to poison my food but I want you to

Rap music and those who listen to it don’t owe me nothin’

I don’t want nothin’ from you, not even your judgement

I ride on a flatbed chariot, four Ostriches carry it

I control their movements with lariats

Polygraphs flutter, the Love Craft, Craft Lover

I don’t want it, that’s why I’m rarely seen in public

If I were you I wouldn’t waste time readin’ rubbish

I don’t care what you say nigga, you’re a nigga lover

The relative radiance of the rhyme makes it shine

Increase the star wattage with longer cycle time

How’s my driving? Run you off the road smiling

1-800 Road Rage, Start dialing

Don’t care if I make history, I wanna be a part of INFINITY

Look at what your SUN GOD did to me

I submit to the will of the creator willingly

The possibilities present a probable infinity

I climbed the slope shaped like a stop sign in record clock time

Hot Lava lock rhymes, rock slide topside

At the Observatory summit of Mount Graham

Lookin’ through the starlight scope in my hand

Creative writing and rhythm, grammar and composition

Don’t ignore me, ignore the fool who tell you don’t listen

Strivin’ my principle findings by designing a new style of rhyming

That you could take home and try out

A 100 Bars per hour, sometimes I doubled the writing

Secret signature time equals the hardest part to figure out

Poetically Paralyzing, Where Are You? Are you hiding?

No! I am Sandbag diving?

From the Kinetic to the Energetic

St. Germaine was made to explain the lesson with a 1000 bar message

Straight out the freak show no pre show

Limited oxygen when I rhyme fast you breathe slow

The Pope shook; they ransacked Rome and burnt books

I ran back home to hide mine in the woods

MOSES is a new weapon system secret code

CONUS is the continent of the US, I suppose

I don’t have all the answers I am not in the know

I can only see what is above and only from below

Substratum of reality through the thick cloud canopy

How can it be Canibus? Answer me!

My shelter is not far, you can borrow what you need

The bunker doors sequestered beneath the tall tumble trees

Gold chords from the organ cut down your swordsman

Tell everybody to SHUT THE FUCK UP when I’m talkin’

From a very cold place called Faraday Base

Right next to the South Poles longest Ice Strait

My dream was identical seven nights in a row

I saw a sideways 8 wrapped around a microphone

Extraterrestrial Isotopic ratios

A broke Scientist in his Lab with no place to go

Fire and Ash fallout, that’s what it’s all about

We must construct a shelter then build a wall around it

Geography is conducive to Astronomy

And the study of celestial bodies, biopsy

My austere designs are so ahead of their time

Even when you press rewind you’re still left behind

I blasted thru the limestone with water, mixed with a dissolver

Then I signaled the remaining cave crawlers

Dig a hole for the collateral carnage, battle the hardest

Take out Hip-Hop trash and garbage

On the Sabbath I write preplanning for the Planet

Drawin’ mechanics, suspended in space as holographic

The Quarantine Isolation Unit is where I house it

My team and I salvage the work of Dr. Fritz Albert

Hip-Hop is blackened pot placed next to a kettle

With my logo in it, a rigid rehomogenized metal

Greetings and Salutations, my equations are inundated with information

Electro Cranial Stimulation

Password please? Have patience, verification

I repeat, “What’s Your Character String Verification?”

Battle rap is just aimless entertainment

+2nd round K.O.+ was one of they favourites, fuck all the haters

Responsibility entrusted

There’s only one way for me to prove that I love it

That’s why I’m bustin’

I turned the page, wrote a turn of phrase,

Verbal X-Rays, they say “I don’t burn I blaze”

Attach the piezoelectric transducer to your computer

Poet Laureate is the future!!!

Next time we meet this whole song will be a new mix

For all the Rippers out there who need a new fix

With these lyrics, I consecrate the spirit

Whenever I spit it, concentrate you could hear it

I’ve almost perfected this

I’m one word away from excellence

Cyclotronic Resonance, patents are pendin’ it

Can-I-Bus a/k/a “The Spitzberg Beast”

Gave his Bicentennial Speech on Emerald Peak

What are you building Bis? Is it a flyin’ Silver Disk?

GW I’m positive it’s him

I proof read my writtens, eat a chicken with the skin missin’ in 10 minutes

Now that’s some shit! You think that’s fast? Nah

That’s faster than you think, by the time you blink, the whole Universe shrinks

We’ll observe the Gods, my thoughts graduated to the Stars to infinity

Listen to the bars, thick rhymes compartmentalized

Seperatized to prevent bootleg pirates gives me energy when I’m tired

I’m hooked on Hip-Hop, I can’t live without it

You can mix this song a thousand ways I don’t doubt it

Several million years into the past

The primitive future in a world without oil and gas

Gather the evidence then give it to the President

Don’t reprimand him, ask him for help next

I hold Hip-Hop responsible

Every magazine writer that wrote bullshit in his article

Always remember I’ll be gone forever

I made these bars so you could all remember

The rhymes in my mind when I autograph sign

I can’t wait to sign an autograph for the last time

The ungrateful dead reoccurring images playin’ in my head

Every color in America bled

Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet

Then spit a rap that you can’t forget

“With this sacred water —

I consecrate this Talisman so that it will make me POET LAUREATE”

This is a no brainer, stop the complainin’

If Hip-Hop was dead I came here to save it

Classified payloads, no frequency safe modes, no safety

And I still made time for the ladies

No corruption, no disruption, no destruction, no budget, no nothin’

It’s never that easy you just gotta trust it

The spin off from the Press should be able to feed you

But I declined, ’cause I’m familiar what greed can do

I sit down and think, when I write I can smell the ink

It’s the dark skinned Lizard King

Metronome Man will never take commands from the drum

The beat is my slave and it will behave as I want

I heard Hip-Hop was dead, that’s not fair

Who I talk to? “Go he there, Nasir”

YEA, POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!

I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!!

POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!

POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!

POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!!

THIS NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE IN HISTORY!!!