Cannabaceae is a small family of flowering plants. As now circumscribed, the family includes about 170 species grouped in about 11 genera, including Cannabis (hemp, marijuana), Humulus (hops) and Celtis (hackberries). Celtis is by far the largest genus, containing about 100 species.
Other than a shared evolutionary origin (see Phylogeny below), members of the family have few common characteristics; some are trees (e.g. Celtis), others are herbaceous plants (e.g. Cannabis).
Members of this family can be trees (e.g. Celtis), erect herbs (e.g. Cannabis), or twining herbs (e.g. Humulus).
Leaves are often more or less palmately lobed or palmately compound and always bear stipules. Cystoliths are always present and some members of this family possess laticifers.
Cannabaceae are often dioecious (distinct male and female plants). The flowers are actinomorphic (radially symmetrical) and not showy, as these plants are pollinated by the wind. As an adaptation to this kind of pollination, the calyx is short and there is no corolla. Flowers are grouped to form cymes. In the dioecious plants the masculine inflorescences are long and look like panicles, while the feminine are shorter and bear less flowers. The pistil is made of two connate carpels, the usually superior ovary is unilocular; there is no fixed number of stamens.
[Canibus]
Yo the artists come and go
So does the show
So does the dough
Nothin lasts forever you know
It's all about experience and what you take from it
What you learn in the process
What you make of it
Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I love it
Shoulda packed a parachute for the plummet
Now I'm opening these clips crawlin through mud pits
With guns and hundreds of clips
On uncle Sam's budget
Hundred rifles itself
Handcuff Bert Renolds to Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely
Feed her rum of rays and ice cream
Shower her with diamond rings and money
23 hours a day I study
Dreamin about beautiful women
I hate you gay teletubies
Dreams keep my alive
You can't take em from me
The battlefield is bloody
Me and a ugly
My adrenaline rushes when the enemy rushes
Tryin to bust me cuz I swore I'd defend my country
If I could choose between being lucky and having money
Nothing negative could ever touch me
What must be is ultimately not up to me
But I sacrifice my life for yours if you trust me
Pin my medals upon my chest
So I could left-right-left in a certain death
God's speed and God bless
In the end I hope God has progressed
If I'm put to rest
I did what I came to do
Nothin left
Say my name out the blue cuz I rhyme it the best
Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh
You could come and download every rhyme that I spit
You could pay homage to Rip
For one dollar a clip
None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
It's a storage facility where I keep my shit
For the students in class that wanna peep my shit
Break a bootlegger's leg if he leak my shit
You don't wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit
Drink my piss
You could never compete like this
I'mma give you an example of how deep I get
Technology not available for purchase
My brains collects, stores and converts million bar verses
At a stand-off distance of a thousand feet
I illuminate the target and pound em to sleep
To within one micro-inch if you out in the street
I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat
Dial-up to your network and make your files to leak
Count to three
Listen to your browser beat
Too late foot already stepped in the feces
Dr. Norton's too sick to help your PCs
Virtually I make virtual memory freeze
With a weapon of mass destruction to double your MD's
I'm a TMC trouble of MCs
Destroy callities for your CAVs
I send no less than 20 18s
Wipe you out before I even get to the beach
With my Trans atmospheric space based mirrors
Can you write that out without typographical errors?
Dumb fucks I'm the best ever whatever
Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter
>From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens
I bomb y'all lyrics of flesh shedder and petters forever
As a spitter I'm still tougher than leather
I had to go underground to get over the pressure
Battle rap from the renaissance multi-mega wide
Bury you beneath the bedrock on the bed of rocks
I could never get bored I write huggly versus verbal force
Fuck writing killer chorus
Cope and haven curriculum of metaphors
Everything from Bob Marley to Tevor's sall
The system of a down song number 14
I see aerials in the sky when I dream
The end is near I wish it would hurry up
I feel nano-bacteria burning me up
Before I explain in detail
You should examine the mars mineral samples under my nails
Sometimes I wonder who's listening
The auditory pavlovian conditioning so sickening
My attomy and guanine cyber scene and thiamine is really what makes my rhyme supreme
Soon as I hear the beat bada-bing
You gotta think, a hundred bars
Damn that's a lot of ink
Imagine all of my albums would be out of print
There would be a clone for every style I invent
For every line I rhyme intense
For all the time I spent
Every word I spit since nine six
If you could input at one hundred
I could output way above it
If we in public I double it
Put this on your study list and go study bitch
Basically quoting Hammer you can't touch this
I'm too assertive and alert for what its worth
My best piece of work is still yearning to be birthed
Class Dismissed