Cingularity Point - Canibus

This is for the I.M. Culture

A poor pauper’s offering for the alter

The 'C' of Tranquility, I’ma show you what I see

The 'C' of Tranquility, I’ma show you what I see

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will it really be?

What does the future hold?

What do you really see?

I see a revolution in the industry

That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will they really be?

What does the future hold?

What can you really see?

I see the partition of God’s religion

Become united by our bars and our common visions

Been a long time spitting long rhymes, but I never left you

Always came back busting rhymes that were special

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

Nowadays, I’m just confessing in the booth

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

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, roaming 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, I understand it

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will it really be?

What does the future hold?

What do you really see?

I see a revolution in the industry

That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will they really be?

What does the future hold?

What can you really see?

I see the partition of God’s religion

Become united by our bars and our common visions

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, Beastmaster with a tiger and pigeon

A four finger ring with a eyeball in it for vision

'Cause 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 and understand it, so it’s only a visit

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will it really be?

What does the future hold?

What do you really see?

I see a revolution in the industry

That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will they really be?

What does the future hold?

What can you really see?

I see the partition of God’s religion

Become united by our bars and our common visions

Combinatrix, anything of this persuasion is considered ageless

Beyond the matrix

Beyond time displacement of space and spaceships in oasis

Beyond the reach of human contemplation

The music is layered, not computer generated

A human made it to satisfy unusual cravings

The mystic in a room with crystal walls and 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 singularity has begun

Between zero point zero and zero point one

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will it really be?

What does the future hold?

What do you really see?

I see a revolution in the industry

That will ignite the rebirth of MCs lyrically

The 'C' of Tranquility, what will they really be?

What does the future hold?

What can you really see?

I see the partition of God’s religion

Become united by our bars and our common visions