Bis vs. Rip Songtext
von Canibus

Song: Bis vs. Rip
Featured Artists: Rip the Jacker
Album: MicClub: The Curriculum

[Intro: Jack the Ripper sample]
Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing that the police have caught me
But they won′t fix me just yet
I have laughed when they looked so clever and talked about being on the right track


(Rip the Jacker)
Yo, you fucking hate me, you fucking lock me in the basement,
And you still want me to protect you it doesn't make sense,
Can-I-Bitch, I supported you like a weight bench,
Without me you′re defenseless, you better face it,
You ain't show me love when you were at your apex,
Getting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex,
Catching wreck while Noriega was catching his breath,
I had to keep the situation in check,
Look at the varicose veins in my neck, Germaine is the best,
The industry fucked you I'm just paying them back,
What′s the matter with slaying Jackers, that′s all I been doing,
Besides talking shit I ain't done nothing to them,
They′re just mad 'cause when I see them I don′t run up to them,
Between me and you, yo, you know I'll run right through them...

(Canibus)
Calm down!

(Rip the Jacker)
Who you telling to calm down, nigga? I′m a Ripper, remember?
I told you not to do 'Gone 'Til November′,
But you wouldn′t listen, I always had your best interests in mind,
I wrote all your best lyrical lines,
If it wasn't for me you′d be writing pitiful lines,
On stage, if you were tired, I would spit them sometimes,
Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes,
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride,
But I'm getting tired of having to remind you ′Bis,
If it wasn't for me nobody would′ve signed you 'Bis...

(Canibus)
What Rip? Why you tripping? You know it's a crazy business,
You′re a lying ass bitch and you know it,
Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it,
If there′s one thing I learned in showbiz, stay focused,
And don't quit. Rip, why you talking about old shit?


(Rip the Jacker)
Germaine, you fucking water brain, don′t you understand?
Fuck the mainstream! You should just call out names,
The industry's all about game,
I shit on them all the same and I leave spit stains on their brain,
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers,
Insane is an understatement I′m Satan,
Canibus is a Mason I don't know what the fuck Germaine is,
I just know the both of ya′ll are trying my patience,
I don't give a fuck about a beat I've been rhyming for ages,
Rippers are dangerous all Jackers are afraid of us,
You want to face me ′Bis? Kick a rhyme!

(Canibus)
That′s ridiculous!

(Rip the Jacker)
All right then listen to mine,
I'll jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you,
Put the nozzle to your eyeball and tell you what not to do,
Rip your tonsils out through your nostrils,
Bury you next to shark fossils, make it impossible to find you,
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn′t dare to dive to,
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules,
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console,
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole,
Suck the power out of your soul,
You're nothing but a coward in a cold freezer with an hour to go,
Watching my Casio stopwatch counting it slow,
Like drug lords checking to see if it′s talcum or coke,
I could kill you by drowning the globe,
Or I could just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat,
In battles I'm a thousand and oh, I silence the Pope,
Do you know how many rhymes I′ve economically grossed?
No? I thought so. Neither do I,
It's a dick between your mother's thighs divided by Pi,
I′m the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business,
Or probably in existence, what′s your consensus?
Studied my own syntax statistics since ninety-six with CPA certified assistants,
I've made the decision that my standards are above precision,
The only thing I can honestly say I love more than women are dope writtens,
If it ain′t dope then don't spit it,
Don′t be sensitive and get on the defensive just practice your penmanship,
If you can't spit at hot temperatures then just quit,
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left,
According to manufacturer′s specs you'll make a mess,
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip,
Got millions of blueprints on zip disks,
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits,
With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip,
You never experienced work like this,
Bitch welcome to the serpentine world where I spit,
The world where I twist, the world that I Rip, the world where I live...

(Canibus)
Okay Rip, you made your point, I can't out rap you,
You said you were the illest, I would never doubt that too,
A lot of these rappers are jealous that′s why they attack you,
They think you′re the best that's why they want to battle you,
At the moment of truth I let you design the tattoos,
You are the illest alive, that′s a fact that you proved,
Just a couple rappers don't want it to happen for you,
Ragging on you like battling is all you can do,
You didn′t sell enough units to be honest with you,
Nobody knows the truth, you've got talent out the gazoo,
When niggas first heard you it was like ′Man on the Moon',
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too,
So what if the ladies think he's more handsome than you?
What happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what it′s running into,
I don′t feel like having this discussion with you,
I'm tired of fucking with you,
Niggas in the game don′t want to do nothing with you,
Bussin' with you? Going one on one with who?
They want to get rid of you, shit is too lyrical,
Headhunters out to get you, that′s why I have to protect you,
I wouldn't disrespect you as another intellectual,
Without you I′m unsuccessful, God bless you,
What makes you think I left you?
Or why I would ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album I've been mentioning you,
I've got your name on my arm, I′m representing you,
You′re Rip the Jacker, I would never question you,
I respect your opinion as a professional, nigga,
I just want you to listen to what I'm telling you,
What happened between L and you, forget it,
People know you won the battle they won′t give you the credit,
A lot of people don't want to admit it,
But I consider it a real privilege to bear witness to your lyrics,
And be involved with sharing the merits, I′m forever indebted,
I just need you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message,
Like Tupac before he left us,
The author of the work ethic Genesis,
Has inspired me to write the 'Exobus Scripts′ as a constant reminder not to forget 'Bis,
But I've reached a precipice, remember Rip,
You can′t rhyme forever there′s always somebody with better shit,
I keep you out of the public eye for a reason,
You're a commodity, Rip. Aint that how you want to keep it?
I keep your whereabouts secret,
I bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why are you beefing?

(Rip the Jacker)
Ayo, stop patronizing me, you despise me,
All you want to do is steal rhymes from me,
You constantly keep me behind walls of concrete,
You lock me in the basement like a fucking zombie,
If I was a priority you would acknowledge me,
You ain′t shit neither, you ain't got no college degree,
You can′t rhyme without me, stop smiling at me,
Give me the keys to the garage I need to borrow the Jeep,
Get the fuck out my face 'Bis!