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The Rip Off

This song is by Canibus and appears on the album C True Hollywood Stories (2001).

Artist: Canibus
Album: 'C' True Hollywood Stories
Song: The Rip Off
Producer: Chips
Time: 4.24

{crowd chanting}
Can-I-bus, Can-I-bus, Can-I-bus
Can-I-bus, Can-I-bus, Can-I-bus (2x)

(Hook: 2x)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Well I'm gone (Ohhhhhh!)

(Canibus)
My brain races to create these lyrical mosaics,
Like paintings, to me, record stores and art galleries
Are merely the same thing
I feel like I'm Rembrandt and my man Van Gogh is a Mason
Canibus is not some average rap patron, have some patience
I went through changes not being with the majors and all
'Til my man Louis Lombard gave me a call
And talked about some other way to cake off
I thought, hmm, I could make more? He said, "Sure
I could put you in about three thousand stores
And get at least fifty thousand orders
Maybe more Bis, who knows your fan base is enormous"
Well of course, look who I've toured with...Wyclef
I didn't sell twenty million 'cause it wasn't my time yet
I'm satisfied with the lineup I've rhymed with
Kool G Rap, Pharaohe Monch and Rakim
Including future superstars I've worked with thus far
Like Free from '106 and Park'
You need to understand something, Bis is raw
"Raw to the floor, raw like 'Reservoir Dogs' "
And mechanical mandible jaws split you in half
Addicted to ripping jackers but I'll rip a jackass
Before we battle there's two questions I have to ask
Are you carrying any firearms and did you pack your bags?
Cool, 'cause I'm gonna make you feel real bad
And I'm gonna make you so mad that you'll probably spaz
I can see you trying to get me like they got Biggie
Somewhere in the city on a pretty day when I'm dressing jiggy
And I've got security with me
I'll give you a buck fifty so quickly you won't even notice your nose dripping
So much blood on the floor you might as well be pretending to be mud wrestling
A dozen bitches P-M-S-ing.
Sounds kind of tempting doesn't it?
Dissing me wasn't really worth it, was it?
I'm bugging I know a lot of y'all loved it
And tried to convince the public to say, "Fuck Bis!" but just think
I played y'all like a bunch of puppets
You played Russian Roulette with a musket and got busted in your own nugget
A Twenty-one Gun Salute with no bullets and no trumpets
While the rain pours and the storm thunders
Your rotting carcass smells so pungent it turns my stomach
Attracts the buzzards and Fox Eyewitness News coverage
Rip the Jacker's on the loose in London
He slipped through U.S. customs and flew to Dublin
Fronting as a janitor in a school or something
Working for little or nothing, I'm warning you don't trust him
He's a complete risk to the American public
And don't ever call the law 'cause he thinks he's above it
Let's get one thing straight
You can't touch him, outsmart him, out muscle him, or out hustle him
You can't beat him? Join him. You can't join him? Fuck him!
Can-I-Bus, either you hate him or you love him

(Hook: 2x)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Well I'm gone (Ohhhhhh!)

(Canibus)
I seen you at Ruby Tuesdays with a toupee
Talking on your two-way, you look gay
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about the games you play
I'll gnaw on your bones 'til my teeth turn blue-grey
Or turn yellow like I ain't brushed in a few days
And the blood starts to taste like red toothpaste
Nigga, this ain't communion and that ain't Kool-Aide
Delicacies the F.D.A. won't approve in the states
Like a little witch's brew in your vanilla latte
Or perhaps fillet of dog in a Malaysian café
If I was a cook I would probably take a half day
Clock out and never come back, you keep the back pay
That's some metaphorical shit, are you happy?
Is that why you weirdoes are all attracted to me?
Look at yourself, why you even listen to me?
Listen to yourself, you're constantly dissing me
Well, listen to this, bitch. Get off my D!
If you don't think I'm the illest, that's cool, I don't agree
I've proved myself time and time again
Ripping mic's like Heinikens, who want me to rhyme again?
You could never expire the fire within
Killing me with a gun is easy, try a pen
For the use it was intended
I don't like to be the one to start the drama nigga, but I know how to end it
Kill yourself, I'll take the credit. Get it?
You see, that way things couldn't work out more pleasant

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