Ripperland

Psalm One
 They told me I'm few and far between like oasis to the wilderness
 I'm still a mess but I climb it like a duplex
 Oooh yes! Baby I'm gritty and I'm Fabolous
 I'm pretty stupid, dumb enough to ask a fella "Can-I-Bus?"
 I ran, I rushed, I played it like a cello string
 Barely get hellos in the morning but we wrestling
 AM to the PM I'm preparing for the execution
 Stop bein sexist cause you weak as hell (I'm gonna do this fo' sho')
 I got the tent up in my hood with the chicken and the tater salad
 Listen and you'll make it past this
 Christian name, not quite a Christian rapper
 Wait until I'm finished, make yo' silly comments after
 Grown woman, not quite a girl rapper
 You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters
 Rapid fire comes the path to ghetto life
 And that's word to EL-P, I sleep when you're fertilizer
 I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist
 You ain't a starter; I ain't finished
 Look at me boy, in my eyeballs
 You ain't pullin shit! This is my stall
 I'm a beauty, I'm a beast
 I'm as stingy as I wanna be, I'mma fest
 You're a fish in a school of whales
 And baby school won't be the only thing you fail, you fail
 I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist
 You ain't a starter; I ain't finished boy
 You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters
 You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters
 Canibus
 There once was a boy, his name was Jack
 He changed it to Rip so that he could rap
 There were those who observed to memorize what they heard
 They enjoyed the rhymes and the sounds of the words
 Such glorious poetry interwoven into code
 Rip had written something that would never grow old
 On the night of the Ripper's Eve
 Little boys and girls would sit with crossed knees and begin to read
 About lights in the sky, little green men with big eyes
 Their short size is only a disguise
 Sipping hot cocoa slow in the middle of the snow
 If you can spit a flow, then off to Ripperland we go
 Any Quantum of Solace is brolics, Germaine Bond is modest
 I wrote my first doctorate in confinement
 Between the choices I have made and choices made for me
 Reminds me of a story I should tell you in the morning
 I moistened my fingers and turned the page
 I must say, you're very sophisticated for your age
 I'm amazed you never have to be told to behave
 You raise your hand to speak and respond to your name
 I remember... the day I had changed
 The way I was struck by lightning in the rain
 Maybe some other time I'll tell you what I became
 I can tell you that I've waned in the pain of my shame
 It is written in books and carved into skin
 It is etched into every metaphor from within
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 I'm a, street talker, ghetto chemist
 You ain't a starter; I ain't finished boy
 You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters
 You only bustin open a book, learn the chapters