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This is the Master Thesis underneath the deepness

Come to micclub.net where you can read this

Run a plot on the map in hyperspatia

From the Society for Scientific Exploration

Color is vibration, vibration is sound

Sound resonates through the mouth, check it out

What I say vibrates no less than 9 ways

South, South East, West, South West, East

North, North East, North West

And the black and white images fade to grey sound waves

Trap my adversaries like a mouse in a maze

With a bewildering array of lyrical display

The Best of Bis orbitally rearranged

Monoatomic elements with adept intelligence

The highest professorship, my English etiquette

Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch

My circularized third eye sees all

Atlantis was surrounded by 4 sea walls

I read one-fourth of the Library of Alexandria

Before it was burnt to the floor

I wish I could've learned more

About the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw

They were new millennium but Euclidean in form

Ancient in many ways but not nearly as old

Carved from Egyptian gold, moulded in Assyria

With processed Beryllium by the quintillion

They cooked on symmetrical stoves

With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted the coal

And they barbecued birds to the bone

And they burned incense in a Buckminster Fuller type dome

I talked to Mr. Fuller over the phone

And he said he had a contract to rebuild Rome

Said he didn't want to do it alone

I told him I was busy writing poems but I'll think about going

The process was slow and the dough was low

But I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow

Plus I ain't never travelled that far from home

But I heard about the beauty of Cydonian snow

Neon green grass, statues made from translucent glass, I'll be crazy to pass

I like Algerian Jazz

The blue twilight band that plays, tunes from a laser black sax

It sounds so laid back, it helps me relax

I brought the album after seeing K-Pax

Oh how I miss my nautilus

I was told pharyngoamygdalitis did not exist

You have a modest case of scaphocephalous

I prescribe some neo-gothic antibiotics

Words concocted from the lyrical locksmith

Deadly as 10 droplets of Ricin toxin

From every angle the competition gets boxed in

As Dr. C indoctrinates his doctrine

Translate the English alphabet to the omega text

Life is now but death is next

Post bond out on bail from the belly of Hell

Communicate through diatonic and pentatonic scale

These dark side tales might affect sales

I set sail and hunt down erect sperm whales

Used the aphrodisiac to get a female

Called Ginger, tie her up and drink her ginger ale

Grand Marnier for me, scotch on the rocks for you

Your vocab is smaller than a cockatoo's

In the studio with James Lipton

Reminiscing about the script that was written before the beginning

All of a sudden the boos turned into applause

My jaw's stronger than the Caninde Macaw's

Can't even count the bars I've expended so far

Don't want to rap no more, it's been so long

I wish the clock would hurry up and tick

I'm out in the bush and the sticks humping a 100 clicks

Dr Scholls gave me a good fit

Me and him went to school together back in '86

When I was really ill

Putting Planck energy in a rhyme the size of a Tylenol pill

You wanna laugh now and cast your belligerent doubt

Show you what poetry's really about

The side effects will make you pass out

Followed by skin rash, itching, diarrhoea, nausea and dry mouth

You want a time out? You better spit a rhyme out

Before the community of real MCs die out

College students say to me, "You ain't smart!"

Record label A&Rs say, "This ain't art!"

These are the contents of the Covenant of the Ark

Listen to my chest beat, tell me this ain't heart

You got to be as obsequious as the Disciples of Jesus

This is my Master Thesis