Canibus, Psalm One - Ripperland lyrics

They told me I'm few and far
Between like oasis to the wilderness
I'm still a mess but I climb it like a duplex
Oooh yes! Baby I'm gritty and I'm Fabolous
I'm pretty stupid
Dumb enough to ask a fella "Can-IBus?"
I ran, I rushed
I played it like a cello string
Barely get hellos in the
Morning but we wrestling
AM to the PM I'm preparing for the execution
Stop bein sexist cause you weak as hell
(I'm gonna do this fo' sho')
I got the tent up in my hood
With the chicken and the tater salad
Listen and you'll make it past this
Christian name, not quite a Christian rapper
Wait until I'm finished
Make yo' silly comments after
Grown woman, not quite a girl rapper
You only bustin open a book
Learn the chapters
Rapid fire comes the path to ghetto life
And that's word to EL-P
I sleep when you're fertilizer
I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist
You ain't a starter I ain't finished
Look at me boy, in my eyeballs
You ain't pullin shit'! This is my stall
I'm a beauty, I'm a beast
I'm as stingy as I wanna be, I'mma fest
You're a fish in a school of whales
And baby school won't be the
Only thing you fail, you fail

I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist
You ain't a starter I ain't finished boy
You only bustin open a book
Learn the chapters

There once was a boy, his name was Jack
He changed it to Rip so that he could rap
There were those who observed to
Memorize what they heard
They enjoyed the rhymes and the
Sounds of the words
Such glorious poetry interwoven into code
Rip had written something that
Would never grow old
On the night of the Ripper's Eve
Little boys and girls would sit with
Crossed knees and begin to read
About lights in the sky
Little green men with big eyes
Their short size is only a disguise
Sipping hot cocoa slow in the
Middle of the snow if you can spit a flow
Then off to Ripperland we go
Any Quantum of Solace is brolics
Germaine Bond is modest
I wrote my first doctorate in confinement
Between the choices I have made
And choices made for me
Reminds me of a story I should
Tell you in the morning
I moistened my fingers and turned the page
I must say
You're very sophisticated for your age
I'm amazed you never have to
Be told to behave
You raise your hand to speak
And respond to your name
I remember the day I had changed
The way I was struck by lightning in the rain
Maybe some other time I'll tell
You what I became
I can tell you that I've waned
In the pain of my shame
It is written in books and carved into skin
It is etched into every metaphor from within

I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist
You ain't a starter I ain't finished boy
You only bustin open a book
Learn the chapters