[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... //

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... //

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 are 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! //

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 PIE //
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... //

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! //

Lyrics submitted by p609

Bis vs. Rip (ft. Rip the Jacker) song meanings
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