Текст песни Canibus -  Rip Off   
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{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!) 
 
[Verse 1] 
Yo, my brain races to create these lyrical mosaics like paintings 
To me record store and art galleries are merely the same thing 
I feel like I`m Rembrandt and my man Van Gogh is amazin 
Canibus is not some average rap patron, have patience 
I went through changes, not being with the majors and all 
`Til my man Louie Lombard gave me a call 
and talked about some other way to cake off 
I thought hmmm.. 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 `Bus, who knows your fanbase is emormous" 
Well of course, look who I`ve toured with; Wyclef 
I didn`t sell twenty million cuz it wasn`t my time yet 
I`m satisfied with the line up I rhyme with 
Kool G Rap, Pharoahe Monch, and Rakim 
Including future superstars I`ve worked with thus far 
Like Free, from 106 and Park 
You need to understand somethin; `Bus is raw 
Raw to the floor, raw like reservoirs, 
Auger mechanical mandible jaws, split you in half 
Addicted to rippin jackers, but I 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, cuz I`ma make you feel real bad 
And I`ma make you so mad, you`ll probably spazz 
I can see you tryna get me like they got Biggie 
Somewhere in the city, on a pretty day when I dressed in Jiggy 
And I got security with me 
I`ll give you a buck-fifty so quickly, 
you won`t even know that ya nose dripping 
So much blood on the floor, you might as well be pretending 
to be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing 
Sounds kinda tempting, doesn`t it? 
Dissing me wasn`t really worth it, was it? 
I`m buggin, I know a lot of y`all loved it 
and tryed to convince the public to safe bug this 
But just think, I played y`all like a bunch of puppets 
You play 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 rotten carcass smells so pungent, it turns my stomach 
Attracts the buzzards, on Fox Eyewitness News coverage 
Rip the Jacker`s on the loose in London, 
he slipped through US customs and flew to Dublin 
Frontin as a janitor in a school or somethin 
Workin for little or nothin, I`m warnin you DON`T TRUST HIM 
He`s a complete risk to the American public 
And don`t ever call the law cuz 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 `em - join `em, you can`t join  `em - fuck `em 
Can-I-Bus, either ya hate him or ya love him 
 
[Hook: 2x] 
 
[Verse 2] 
Yeah yeah, I seen you at Ruby Tuesday`s 
With a toupee, talkin on ya two-way -- you look gay 
Nigga I don`t give a fuck about the games you play 
I gnaw on ya bones `til my teeth turn blue-gray 
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-Aid 
Delicacies the FDA won`t approve in the states 
Like a little witche`s brew in your vanilla latte 
Or perhaps Filet 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, all you have A 
Is that why all you weirdos all attracted to me? 
Look at yourself, why you even listen to me? 
Listen to yourself, your constantly dissin me 
Well listen to this bitch, get off my D 
If you don`t think that I`m the illest, that`s cool I don`t agree 
I proved myself, time and time again 
Grippin mics like Heinekens, who want me to rhyme again? 
You could never expire the fire within 
Killin 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