Record industries most wanted: Rip the Jacker //
Wanted for the ’98 slayings of several rappers //
One of which went on to be a successful actor //
Here’s the reenactment: He called me at my man’s crib //
The phone probably rang two times then I answered //
He sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me //
He told me that DEF JAM wanted to ban me //
And told me Tracy Waples wanted to bang me //
Damn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me //
Canibus hates the media and the magazines //
They add so much credibility to elaborate schemes //
Internet chat rooms with live feeds //
Of a rapper being eaten alive by live bees //
Sound barriers like the Lockheed //
Even with knock knees I run across rough terrain at mach speed //
That’s a rhyme from like 9-3 //
As vivid in the mind as pictures with six hundred DPI’s to a sheet //
If I’m high when I speak the knowledge is deep //
Solid as concrete, this is real Hip-Hop for the streets //
I never leave any witnesses, it’s ridiculous //
They served me court papers in the studio I did this in //
Missin’ from society because they lied to me //
They didn’t want to accept my doctrine of society //
I studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams //
In various Ivy leagues, they respect my esteem //
What do you want me to rap about? Go ahead try a theme //
Give me a person, place or thing, I’ll create the time and scene //
Somewhere in Afganistan USA survival teams //
Keep an eye on their surroundings in the jihad regime //
A total riot scene //
Back and forth they encrypt fiber-optic beams //
On my album out next spring //
You mother fucking right nigga, I’m about that cream //
I promised myself I wouldn’t shoot it without that scene //
It doesn’t look right like Cash Money without that bling //
Siblings, I mean, we all got the same last name //
Germaine Williams that’s my name //
Say it again, Germaine Williams, damn //
I think he goes by the name of the Canibus-man //
And occasionally Rip the Jacker but never Stan //
Get it through your head and don’t ask me again //
‘Box Cutta’ Blade Runna’ nigga rap ‘til you sweat //
Have you ever read the book called, “The Catcher in the Rye”? //
It so happens I’m looking for a copy I could buy //
Canibus is coming for ya’ll ‘Round the Outside, Round the Outside, Round the Outside’ //
A lot of ya’ll shine but ya’ll can’t rhyme //
And it’s about time that I put ya’ll in line //
Twist your mind with twisted rhymes //
As weird as Michael Jackson’s nose from the side //
Flows that abide, quite bold for the times //
No need to hide, your friends are associates of mine //
Don’t be a stranger, come over some time //
I got coke if you do lines, you’ll get a Rover to drive //
If you hear the engine knockin’ just pull over to the side //
I guess it hasn’t been serviced in all this time //
Halloween, True Hollywood Stories release date //
We should have a ‘Who Wants to Battle Canibus’ sweepstakes //
And limit it to three states, New York City home of the greats //
Philly and out west, piece of cake //
Old school rappers I wouldn’t be around without //
Ain’t got shit to say but keep puttin’ albums out //
Don’t let what I said get you upset //
‘Box Cutta’ Blade Runna’ nigga, rap ‘til you sweat! //


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