Record industries most wanted: Rip the Jacker //nWanted for the ’98 slayings of several rappers //nOne of which went on to be a successful actor //nHere’s the reenactment: He called me at my man’s crib //nThe phone probably rang two times then I answered //nHe sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me //nHe told me that DEF JAM wanted to ban me //nAnd told me Tracy Waples wanted to bang me //nDamn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me //nCanibus hates the media and the magazines //nThey add so much credibility to elaborate schemes //nInternet chat rooms with live feeds //nOf a rapper being eaten alive by live bees //nSound barriers like the Lockheed //nEven with knock knees I run across rough terrain at mach speed //nThat’s a rhyme from like 9-3 //nAs vivid in the mind as pictures with six hundred DPI’s to a sheet //nIf I’m high when I speak the knowledge is deep //nSolid as concrete, this is real Hip-Hop for the streets //nI never leave any witnesses, it’s ridiculous //nThey served me court papers in the studio I did this in //nMissin’ from society because they lied to me //nThey didn’t want to accept my doctrine of society //nI studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams //nIn various Ivy leagues, they respect my esteem //nWhat do you want me to rap about? Go ahead try a theme //nGive me a person, place or thing, I’ll create the time and scene //nSomewhere in Afganistan USA survival teams //nKeep an eye on their surroundings in the jihad regime //nA total riot scene //nBack and forth they encrypt fiber-optic beams //nOn my album out next spring //nYou mother fucking right nigga, I’m about that cream //nI promised myself I wouldn’t shoot it without that scene //nIt doesn’t look right like Cash Money without that bling //nSiblings, I mean, we all got the same last name //nGermaine Williams that’s my name //nSay it again, Germaine Williams, damn //nI think he goes by the name of the Canibus-man //nAnd occasionally Rip the Jacker but never Stan //nGet it through your head and don’t ask me again //n‘Box Cutta’ Blade Runna’ nigga rap ‘til you sweat //nHave you ever read the book called, “The Catcher in the Rye”? //nIt so happens I’m looking for a copy I could buy //nCanibus is coming for ya’ll ‘Round the Outside, Round the Outside, Round the Outside’ //nA lot of ya’ll shine but ya’ll can’t rhyme //nAnd it’s about time that I put ya’ll in line //nTwist your mind with twisted rhymes //nAs weird as Michael Jackson’s nose from the side //nFlows that abide, quite bold for the times //nNo need to hide, your friends are associates of mine //nDon’t be a stranger, come over some time //nI got coke if you do lines, you’ll get a Rover to drive //nIf you hear the engine knockin’ just pull over to the side //nI guess it hasn’t been serviced in all this time //nHalloween, True Hollywood Stories release date //nWe should have a ‘Who Wants to Battle Canibus’ sweepstakes //nAnd limit it to three states, New York City home of the greats //nPhilly and out west, piece of cake //nOld school rappers I wouldn’t be around without //nAin’t got shit to say but keep puttin’ albums out //nDon’t let what I said get you upset //n‘Box Cutta’ Blade Runna’ nigga, rap ‘til you sweat! //