The Rip Off Lyrics - Canibus

{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 'cause 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, 'cause 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 '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 'em - join 'em, you can't join 'em - fuck 'em 

Can-I-Bus, either ya hate him or ya love him 

[Hook: 2x]