Текст пісні Bis vs. Rip - Canibus

Bis vs. Rip

-RIP-
You fuckin' hate me, you tried to lock me in the basement,
And you still want me to protect you, it doesn’t make sense,
Canibitch, I supported you like a weight bench,
Without me your defenseless, you betta' face it,
You ain’t show me love when you was at ya' apex,
Gettin' paychecks, up at the radio with DMX and Flex,
Catchin' wreck while Noriega was catchin' 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 payin’em back,
What’s the matter w/ slayin' these Jackers, that’s all I been doin,
Besides talkin' shit I ain’t done nuthin' to’em,
they just mad cause when I see’em I don’t run up to’em,
Between me and you yo-know I’ll run right thru’em,
-BIS-
Calm Down!
-RIP-
Who you tellin' to calm down nigga I’m a Ripper remember,
I told you not to do «Gone Till November»,
But you wouldn’t listen, I always had ya' best interests in mind,
I wrote all ya' best lyrical lines,
If it wasn’t for me you’d be writin' pitiful lines,
On the stage if you was tired I would spit’em sometimes,
Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes,
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let the shit ride,
But I’m gettin' tired of havin' to remind you Bis,
If it wasn’t for me nobody would’ve signed you Bis…
-BIS-
What Rip? Why you trippin' you know it’s a crazy business,
You a lyin' 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 talkin 'bout old shit?
-RIP-
Germaine, you fuckin' water brain, don’t you understand?
fuck the mainstream, you should just call out names,
The industry’s all about game…
I shit on’em all the same and leave spit stains on they brains,
Like liquid chocolate spillin' all over ya' 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 that both ya’ll are trying my patience,
I don’t give a fuck about a beat I been rhymin' for ages,
Rippers are dangerous, and all jackers are afraid of us,
You wanna' face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!
-BIS-
That’s ridiculous…
-RIP-
Aiiight then, listen to mine…
I’ll jump into costume, impromptu, just to rob you,
Put the nozzle to ya' eyeball and tell you what not to do,
Rip your tonsils out thru ya' 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 and smash the console,
Shit on you in reverse suck you into a brown hole,
Suck the power outta' ya' soul,
Ya' nuthin but a coward in a cold freezer with an hour to go,
Watchin' my casio stopwatch countin it slow,
Like drug lords checkin to see if it’s talcum or coke,
I could kill you by drownin the globe,
Or I could just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in ya' throat,
In battles I’m a thousand and oh, I silenced the Pope,
Do you know how many rhymes I’ve economically grossed?
No? I thought so… Neither do I,
It’s a dick between ya' mothers thighs divided by PIE,
I’m the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business
And possibly in existence, what’s your consensus?
Studied my own syntax statistics since '96 wit CPA certified assistants,
I’ve made the decision that my standards are above precision,
The only thing I could 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 ya' penmanship,
If you can’t spit at high temperatures then just quit,
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left,
According to the manufacturers specs, you’ll make a mess,
And rupture the blood vessels in ya' neck fuckin' with Rip,
Got millions of blueprints on zip disks,
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversions 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 that I twist, the world that I Rip, the world where I live
-BIS-
Ok Rip, you made your point, I can’t out rap you,
You said you was the illest, I would never doubt that too,
A lot of these rappers is jealous that’s why they attack you,
They think you’re the best that’s why they wanna' battle you,
At the moment of truth I let you design the tattoos,
You are the illest alive, that’s a fact that you’ve proved,
It’s just a couple rappers that don’t want it to happen for you,
Raggin' on you like battlin' is all you can do,
You didn’t sell enough units to be honest with you,
Nobody knows the truth you got talent out the gazuu,
When niggaz first heard of you it was like a 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 fagot are true?
Look what it’s runnin' into, I don’t feel like havin' this discussion with you,
I’m tired of fuckin' with you, niggaz in the game don’t wanna' do nuthin' with
you,
Bussin' with you, goin' one on one with who?,
They wanna get rid of you, ya' 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’d ever be tempted to?
Ever since the 3rd album I been mentioning you,
I got your name on my arm I’m representin' 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 tellin' you,
What happened between L and you — Forget it!
People know you won the battle they won’t give you the credit,
Alotta' people don’t wanna' admit it but I consider it a real privilege to bear
witness to ya' 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 or 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 the public eye for a reason,
You’re a commodity Rip ain’t that how you wanna' keep it?
I keep ya' whereabouts secret, I bring bitches to the crib every weekend,
so why is you beefin'?
-RIP-
Stop patronizing me, you despise me,
All you wanna' do is steal rhymes from me,
you constantly keep me behind wall of concrete,
Lock me in the basement like a fuckin zombie,
If I was priority you would acknowledge me,
You ain’t shit neither you ain’t got no college degree,
You can’t rhyme without me, stop smilin at me,
Gimmie the keys to the garage I need to borrow the Jeep…
Get the fuck out my face Bis!