"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"

You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.

She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.

Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.

Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.

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"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.

And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.

Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.

The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.

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The real reason Canibus never got rich is because the music industry rejected him they hate Canibus. They blackballed him from the industry. Because he is better than all of them, he is a threat to their existence, they are making millions off whack garbage. If Canibus comes in and outshines everyone with REAL lyrics, these whack fake rappers will be exposed. So they cut him out completely.
 

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Desdinova said:
Why do so many people on this forum like rap music?
I don't really like rap, most of it is garbage especially the mainstream crap like JAY-Z and LL-COOLJ. I love special artists who can do things nobody else can do like my OP. They are rare Canibus is really the only one I listen too. I can listen to that all day because they speak the truth, just like this site.

I just find it amazing the best of the best make no money but the whack artists make millions. I like supporting the guys who SHOULD be making millions. Just listen to the lyrics. Motivates me. I sure as hell couldn't do that kind of writing.

I sure couldn't get lyrics like that listening to rock music.
 

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"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"

You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.

Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.

Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.

Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.

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Malice said:
They blackballed him from the industry. Because he is better than all of them, he is a threat to their existence, they are making millions off whack garbage.
Same thing happened with Metal. Record companies pay radio stations not to play music from indie artists. The talented bands are forced to play in the underground while the mainstream bands you hear on the radio are nothing but trash.
 

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Dust 2 Dust said:
Same thing happened with Metal. Record companies pay radio stations not to play music from indie artists. The talented bands are forced to play in the underground while the mainstream bands you hear on the radio are nothing but trash.


This is just the first verse in the OP, I don't see Tupac or Biggie even matching this.


http://rapgenius.com/Canibus-poet-laureate-infinity-lyrics

I got bored with four beats to the measure
Professor speech compressor terminated his tenure to explore a more rewarding adventure
Take a closer look at the bars
You'll see I'm not behind them or in front of them, I'm one of them
Started with a hundred, The Game spit three I said "**** It!"
I'm a have to show these niggas something
Too easy, who'd believe me if I said that it wasn't?
The rhyme is a weapon I bust it the Brotherhood got me covered
OP orders with coordinates where to drop mortars
I drive forward sandstorms make my eyes water
Skull is a submarine hull
Dolphin phones screen calls from places as far away as A.G.C.R
The rhymes are raw, deeper than yours, you crawled before you walked but
Didn't think about you thoughts before you talked
We spit for sport - I won you lost
But you paid them off to nail my corpse to a cross
This is "The Greatest Rhyme Of All Time" supposedly
1000 Bars it will probably always be
Mentally top heavy, not many can rock with me
Hip Hop could not bench me so they plot to suspend me
I said "Nobody benefits, Everyone perishes"
I tell them this, They say "Here....it's time for your medicine"
Imagine being fined over a rhyme? For stepping over the line?
When I inspired Hova & Nas
I listened to '44 4's' 22 times
"I Gave You Power" God stop my heart if I'm lying
You like red or white wine? Let's talk about it I'm buying
Let's talk about the children of Zion, excuse me if I start crying
The Art Of Rhyming? I've mastered it certainly
Surely I'll celebrate capturing it for my Taxidermy
From the streets of New Jersey to Germany
To jungles in Angola where most the meat poachers heard of me
The Ice Truck Killer will be observing me perform surgery
Ritual Widow Murder - searching for her urgently
Mix the blood so it don't coagulate
The sex magic won't work if the ***** masturbates
I put her on cloud 9, look at her face
A cumulus lenticularis - a capsule in Space
You will become acquainted with my cryptic language
And my mystic manners, Rip spit bananas
Systematic Global geographic systemic neosynapsis
Reload the graphics notice I spit it rapid
Advanced Step in Innovative Mobility
Most emcees try to clone me lyrically
My cell chemistry is a mirror of who I am physically
But my true symmetry is energy
The Will of Claude Ashur, The skill of Germaine
Father Author Poor Pauper Pastor, more than a rapper
My body is a human machine my dreams filter in between
Just wait until I build my machine
Kill you with weed vapour, then a Taser, then a Laser
Then a Maser, then a Phaser, then something they call Scalar
"That is not dead which can eternally lie
And with strange aeons even death may die"
But why? Coup de grâce for the coup d'État
In a man made lodge the Moon Rays replace God
I think I've had about enough of your tough talk
Come over here take my cuffs off, I promise you we'll just talk, 50
No biting allowed just bark, Don't run just walk
Battle Rap there is no such art
Emotion manifests Thought, Thought manifests Words Actions & Reality
This is not fantasy
If you question me, you will be detained indefinitely
Your name will be added to the Black List Registry
I'm a scruffy old man, with bloody cold hands
On my arm is a tattoo of a sullied old brand
If I am not myself, then how would I be?
If I do not look tell me how will I see? 60
The Law Of Attraction is attracted to me
The Laws Of Poetry in action is practiced quite actively
I look at my face more than anybody else
I still can't recognize myself
I don't need anybody but myself
When I'm rhymin' like this I don't need no help
 
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