The Rip Off Lyrics
| Song | The Rip Off |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | "c" True Hollywood Stories |
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| 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 |
| Artist: Canibus | |
| Album: ' C' True Hollywood Stories | |
| Song: The Rip Off | |
| Producer: Chips | |
| Time: 4. 24 | |
| crowd chanting | |
| CanIbus, CanIbus, CanIbus | |
| CanIbus, CanIbus, CanIbus 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 PMSing. | |
| 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 Twentyone 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! | |
| CanIBus, 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 twoway, 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 bluegrey | |
| 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 KoolAide | |
| 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 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, 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 |
| Artist: Canibus | |
| Album: ' C' True Hollywood Stories | |
| Song: The Rip Off | |
| Producer: Chips | |
| Time: 4. 24 | |
| crowd chanting | |
| CanIbus, CanIbus, CanIbus | |
| CanIbus, CanIbus, CanIbus 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 PMSing. | |
| 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 Twentyone 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! | |
| CanIBus, 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 twoway, 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 bluegrey | |
| 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 KoolAide | |
| 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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