Title: Facing the Ego
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Artist: SMASH
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Tabled by: sharkbee@mail.china.com
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Tempo: 105 BPM
Tracks: 4
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Bars: 47

Lyric

(Bis) Yo Rip, come here man, lemme talk to you for a secondÂ…
(Rip) What the fuck you want to talk about nigga?
(Bis) Why You screaming man?
(Rip) I'm The Illest! I'm the illestÂ…
(Bis) Yo RelaxÂ… put that down man
(Rip) Yo don't tell me to relax I'll beat your skinny little ass
(Bis) Yo What the fuck is wrong with you?
(Rip) Fuck You!
(Canibus)
Yo Rip, come here man, let me talk to you for a second

(Rip the Jacker)
What the fuck you want to talk about nigga?

(Canibus)
Why you screaming man?

(Rip the Jacker)
I'm The Illest, I'm the illest

(Canibus)
Relax, put that down man

(Rip the Jacker)
Yo, don't tell me to relax, I'll beat your skinny little ass, nigga

(Canibus)
Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?

(Rip the Jacker)
Fuck You

(Rip the Jacker)
You fucking hate me, you tried to 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 your defenseless, you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks, up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noreaga 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 these Jackers? That's all I been doing
Besides talking shit, I ain't done nothing to them
They just mad 'cause when I see them, I don't run up to them
Between me and you, 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 'Till November
But you wouldn't listen, I always had your best interest in mind
I wrote all your best lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me, you'd be writing pitiful rhymes
On the stage if you was tired I would spit them 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 getting tired of having to remind you 'Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you 'Bis

(Canibus)
C'mon Rip, you 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 'bout 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 leave spit stains on they brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling all over they 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 rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous, and all Jackers are afraid of us
You want to face me 'Bis? Kick a rhyme

(Canibus)
No, that's ridiculous

(Rip the Jacker)
Aiight then, listen to mine

I'll jump into 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 and smash the console
Shit on you in reverse suck you into a brown hole
Suck the power out of your soul
Your nothing but a coward in a cold freezing 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 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 your 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 ninety-six wit C.P.A. 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 your 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 manufacturer's specs, you'll make a mess
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 conversions kits
With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work like this, nigga welcome to the serpentine world where I twist
The world where that I Rip, the world that I fixed, the world where I live

(Canibus)
O.K. Rip, you made your point, I can't out rap you
You said you was the illest, I would never doubt that too
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
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 got talent out the gazu
When niggas 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 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 wanna' do nothing with you
Busting with you? Going one on one with whom?
They wanna get rid of you, your 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 third album I been mentioning you
I 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 wanna 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 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 a ripper 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 your whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the crib every weekend, so why is you beefing?

(Rip the Jacker)
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 fucking 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 smiling at me
Give me the keys to the garage I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the fuck out my face nigga