歌手:Canibus
专辑:《Miclub - The Curriculum》

作词 : Germaine Williams
作曲 : PlusScience/Germaine Williams
The Ripper, *echoes*
Dear Boss
I keep on hearing the police have caught me
But they won't fix me just yet
I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track
Yo, you f*cking hate me, you f*cking lock me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you, it doesn't make sense
Can-I-B*tch, I supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenceless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noreaga was catching his breath
I had to keep the situation in check
Look at the varicose veins in my neck, Germaine is the best
The industry f*cked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slaying jackers? That's all I've been doing
Besides talking sh*t I ain't done nothing to 'em
They just mad cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
Between me and you, yo you know I run right through 'em
Calm down
Who you telling to calm down n*gga, I'm a ripper remember?
I told you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I always had your best interests in mind
I wrote all your best lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me you'd be writing pitiful lines
On stage if you was tired, I was spitting sometimes
Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that sh*t ride
But I'm getting tired of having to remind you Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis
What Rip?! Why you tripping, you know it's a crazy business
You a lying ass b*tch and you know it
Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one thing I learned in show biz
Stay focused and don't quit Rip
Why you talking 'bout old sh*t?
Germaine, you f*cking water brain
Don't you understand, f*ck the mainstream
You should just call out names
The industry's all about game I sh*t on 'em all the same and I leave spit stains on their brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers
Insane is an understatement, I'm Satan
Canibus is a Mason, I don't know what the f*ck Germaine is
I just know that both of y'all are trying my patience
I don't give a f*ck about a beat, I've been rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous, all jackers are afraid of us
You wanna face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!
(That's ridiculous), aight then, listen to mine
I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark fossils, make it impossible to find you
Depths that Jacques Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console
Sh*t on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the power out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go
Watching my Casio stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand & 0, I silenced the Pope
Do you know how many rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I thought so, neither do I
Its a d*ck between your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's your consensus?
Study my own syntax statistics since '96 with CPA certified assistance
I made a decision that my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more than women are d*pe writtens
If it ain't d*pe then don't spit it
Don't be sensitive and get on the defensive, just practice your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left
According to manufacture's specs you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck f*cking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits
With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work like this, B*tch!
Welcome to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I live
Okay Rip you made your point, I can't out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I would never doubt that too
A lot of these rappers is jealous that's why they attack you
They think you the best, that's why they wanna battle you
At the moment of truth I let you design the tattoos
You are the illest alive, that's a fact that you proved
Just a couple rappers don't want it to happen for you
Ragging on you like battling is all you can do
You didn't sell enough units to be honest with you
Nobody knows the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When n*ggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if the ladies think he's more handsome than you
What happens if the rumours about being a faggot are true?
Look what it's running into
I don't feel like having this discussion with you, I'm tired of f*cking with you
N*ggas in the game don't wanna do nothing with you
Bussing with you, going one on one with who?
They wanna get rid of you. Sh*t is too lyrical
Headhunters out to get you. That's why I had to protect you
I wouldn't disrespect you as another intellectual
Without you I'm unsuccessful, God bless you
What makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album I've been mentioning you
I got your name on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I would never question you
I respect your opinion as a professional n*gga
I just want you to listen to what I'm telling you
What happened between L and you, forget it
People know you won the battle, they won't give you the credit
A lot of people don't want to admit it
But I consider it a real privilege to bear witness to your lyrics
And be involved in sharing the merits, I'm forever indebted
I just need you to chill for a second
So I can send a positive message like 2Pac before he left us
The author of the work ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to write the ExeBis scripts as a constant reminder not to forget Bis
But I've reached a precipice, remember Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's always somebody with better sh*t
I keep you out the public eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip, ain't that how you wanna keep it?
I keep your whereabouts secret
I bring b*tches to the crib every weekend so why is you beefing?
Aiyo, stop patronizing me, you despise me
All you wanna do is steal rhymes from me
You constantly keep me behind walls of concrete
Lock me in the basement like a f*cking zombie
If I was a priority, you'd acknowledge me
You ain't sh*t neither, you ain't got no college degree
You can't rhyme without me, stop smiling at me
Give me the keys to the garage, I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the f*ck out my face, Bis