[Rip the Jacker]nYo //nYou fucking hate me //nYou fucking lock me in the basement //nAnd you still want me to protect you it doesn’t make sense //nCan-I-Bitch, I supported you like a weight bench //nWithout me you’re defenseless, you better face it //nYou ain’t show me love when you were at your apex //nGetting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex //nCatching wreck while Noriega was catching his breath //nI had to keep the situation in check //nLook at the varicose veins in my neck, Germaine is the best //nThe industry fucked you I’m just paying them back //nWhat’s the matter with slaying Jackers, that’s all I been doing //nBesides talking shit I ain’t done nothing to them //nThey’re just mad ‘cause when I see them I don’t run up to them //nBetween me and you, yo, you know I’ll run right through them... //nn[Canibus]nCalm down! //nn[Rip the Jacker]nWho you telling to calm down, nigga? //nI’m a Ripper, remember? //nI told you not to do ‘Gone ‘Til November’ //nBut you wouldn’t listen, I always had your best interests in mind //nI wrote all your best lyrical lines //nIf it wasn’t for me you’d be writing pitiful lines //nOn stage, if you were tired, I would spit them sometimes //nNobody knew you bit off my rhymes //nI would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride //nBut I’m getting tired of having to remind you ‘Bis //nIf it wasn’t for me nobody would’ve signed you ‘Bis... //nn[Canibus]nWhat Rip? Why you tripping? You know it’s a crazy business //nYou’re a lying ass bitch and you know it //nGroup Home was part my company, I co-owned it //nIf there’s one thing I learned in showbiz, stay focused //nAnd don’t quit. Rip, why are you talking about old shit? //nn[Rip the Jacker]nGermaine, you fucking water brain, don’t you understand? //nFuck the mainstream! You should just call out names //nThe industry’s all about game //nI shit on them all the same and I leave spit stains on their brain //nLike liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers //nInsane is an understatement I’m Satan //nCanibus is a Mason I don’t know what the fuck Germaine is //nI just know the both of ya’ll are trying my patience //nI don’t give a fuck about a beat I’ve been rhyming for ages //nRippers are dangerous all Jackers are afraid of us //nYou want to face me ‘Bis? Kick a rhyme! //nn[Canibus]nThat’s ridiculous! //nn[Rip the Jacker]nAll right then listen to mine //nI’ll jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you //nPut the nozzle to your eyeball and tell you what not to do //nRip your tonsils out through your nostrils //nBury you next to shark fossils, make it impossible to find you //nDepths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn’t dare to dive to //nWith goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules //nLock you in a time capsule, smash the console //nShit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole //nSuck the power out of your soul //nYou’re nothing but a coward in a cold freezer with an hour to go //nWatching my Casio stopwatch counting it slow //nLike drug lords checking to see if it’s talcum or coke //nI could kill you by drowning the globe //nOr I could just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat //nIn battles I’m a thousand and oh, I silence the Pope //nDo you know how many rhymes I’ve economically grossed? //nNo? I thought so. Neither do I //nIt’s a dick between your mother’s thighs divided by PIE //nI’m the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business //nOr probably in existence, what’s your consensus? //nStudied my own syntax statistics since ninety-six with CPA certified assistants //nI’ve made the decision that my standards are above precision //nThe only thing I can honestly say I love more than women are dope writtens //nIf it ain’t dope then don’t spit it //nDon’t be sensitive and get on the defensive just practice your penmanship //nIf you can’t spit at hot temperatures then just quit //nBe careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left //nAccording to manufacturer’s specs you’ll make a mess //nAnd rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip //nGot millions of blueprints on zip disks //nStock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits //nWith a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip //nYou never experienced work like this //nBitch welcome to the serpentine world where I spit //nThe world where I twist, the world that I Rip, the world where I live... //nn[Canibus]nOkay Rip, you made your point, I can’t out rap you //nYou said you were the illest, I would never doubt that too //nA lot of these rappers are jealous that’s why they attack you //nThey think you’re the best that’s why they want to battle you //nAt the moment of truth I let you design the tattoos //nYou are the illest alive, that’s a fact that you proved //nJust a couple rappers don’t want it to happen for you //nRagging on you like battling is all you can do //nYou didn’t sell enough units to be honest with you //nNobody knows the truth, you’ve got talent out the gazoo //nWhen niggas first heard you it was like ‘Man on the Moon’ //nYou got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too //nSo what if the ladies think he’s more handsome than you? //nWhat happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true? //nLook what it’s running into //nI don’t feel like having this discussion with you //nI’m tired of fucking with you //nNiggas in the game don’t want to do nothing with you //nBussin’ with you? Going one on one with who? //nThey want to get rid of you, shit is too lyrical //nHeadhunters out to get you, that’s why I have to protect you //nI wouldn’t disrespect you as another intellectual //nWithout you I’m unsuccessful, God bless you //nWhat makes you think I left you? //nOr why I would ever be tempted to? //nEver since my third album I’ve been mentioning you //nI’ve got your name on my arm, I’m representing you //nYou’re Rip the Jacker, I would never question you //nI respect your opinion as a professional, nigga //nI just want you to listen to what I’m telling you //nWhat happened between L and you, forget it //nPeople know you won the battle they won’t give you the credit //nA lot of people don’t want to admit it //nBut I consider it a real privilege to bear witness to your lyrics //nAnd be involved with sharing the merits, I’m forever indebted //nI just need you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message //nLike Tupac before he left us //nThe author of the work ethic Genesis //nHas inspired me to write the ‘Exobus Scripts’ as a constant reminder not to forget ‘Bis //nBut I’ve reached a precipice, remember Rip //nYou can’t rhyme forever there’s always somebody with better shit //nI keep you out of the public eye for a reason //nYou’re a commodity, Rip. Aint that how you want to keep it? //nI keep your whereabouts secret //nI bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why are you beefing? //nn[Rip the Jacker]nAyo //nStop patronizing me, you despise me //nAll you want to do is steal rhymes from me //nYou constantly keep me behind walls of concrete //nYou lock me in the basement like a fucking zombie //nIf I was a priority you would acknowledge me //nYou ain’t shit neither, you ain’t got no college degree //nYou can’t rhyme without me, stop smiling at me //nGive me the keys to the garage I need to borrow the Jeep //nGet the fuck out my face ‘Bis! //