Canibus - The Rip Off lyrics

Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus

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 (Ohhh)

Yo, my brain races to create
These lyrical mosaics like paintings
To me record store and art galleries
Are merely the same thing
I feel like I'm Rembrandt and my
Man Van Gogh is amazin
Canibus is not some average rap patron
Have some patience i went through changes
Not being with the majors and all
'Til my man Louie Lombard gave me a call
And talked about some other way to cake off
I thought hmmm 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 'Bus
Who knows your fanbase is enormous"
Well of course
Look who I've toured with Wyclef
I didn't sell twenty million cuz
It wasn't my time yet
I'm satisfied with the line up I rhyme with
Kool G Rap, Pharoahe Monch, and Rakim
Including future superstars I've worked
With thus far like Free, from 106 and Park
You need to understand somethin, Bis is raw
Raw to the floor, raw like reservoir dogs
And mechanical mandible jaws
Split you in half
Addicted to rippin jackers
But, I 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, cuz I'mma make you feel real bad
And I'mma make you so mad
You'll probably spazz
I can see you tryna get
Me like they got Biggie
Somewhere in the city
On a pretty day when I dressed in Jiggy
And I got security with me
I'll give you a buck-fifty so quickly
You won't even know that ya nose dripping
So much blood on the floor
You might as well be pretending
To be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing
Sounds kinda tempting, doesn't it?
Dissing me wasn't really worth it, was it?
I'm buggin, I know a lot of y'all loved it
And tried to convince the public
To say fuck 'Bus but just think
I played y'all like a bunch of puppets
You play 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 rotten carcass smells so pungent
It turns my stomach attracts the buzzards
On Fox Eyewitness News coverage
Rip the Jacker's on the loose in London
He slipped through US customs
And flew to Dublin
Frontin as a janitor in a school or somethin
Workin for little or nothin
I'm warnin you DON'T TRUST HIM
He's a complete risk to the American public
And don't ever call the law cuz
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 'em - join 'em
You can't join 'em - fuck 'em
Can-IBus, either ya hate him or ya love him

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 (Ohhh)

Yeah, yeah, I seen you at Ruby Tuesday's
With a toupee
Talkin on ya two-way - you look gay
Nigga I don't give a fuck
About the games you play
I gnaw on ya bones 'til
My teeth turn blue-gray
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-Aid
Delicacies the FDA won't approve
In the states like a little witch's brew
In your vanilla latte
Or perhaps Filet of Dog in a Malaysian cafe
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, all you have A
Is that why all you weirdos
All attracted to me?
Look at yourself, why you even listen to me?
Listen to yourself, your constantly dissin me
Well listen to this bitch, get off my D
If you don't think that I'm the illest
That's cool I don't agree
I proved myself, time and time again
Grippin mics like Heinekens
Who want me to rhyme again?
You could never expire the fire within
Killin 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