Bis Vs. Rip (Original Version)

(Yo Rip (WHAT) come here man, let me talk to you for a 'sec?)

WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT NIGGA?

(Why you screamin' man?)

(I'M THE ILLEST, I'M THE ILLEST)

(Yo, relax, yo put that down) (YO, DON'T TELL ME..)

(YO, I'LL BEAT YOUR LITTLE SKINNY ASS NIGGA)

(Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?)

(FUCK YOU!!)

Yo, you fuckin' hate me; you fuckin' lock me in the basement

But 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 was at your apex

Gettin' paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex

Catchin' wreck while Noreaga 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 payin' 'em back

What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'

Besides talkin' shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em

They just mad 'cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em

Between me and you, yo you know I run right through 'em

Yo, calm down

Who you tellin' 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 writin' pitiful lines

On stage if you was tired, I was spittin' 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 gettin' tired of havin' to remind you Bis

If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis

C'mon Rip, you a lyin' ass bitch and you know it

Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it

If its one thing I learned in show biz

Stay focused and don't quit Rip

Why you talkin' 'bout old shit?

Germaine, you fuckin' water brain

Don't you understand, fuck the mainstream

You should just call out names

The industry's all about game

I shit on 'em all the same

And I leave spit stains on their brain

Like liquid chocolate spillin' over their new white trainers

Insane is an understatement, I'm Satan

Canibus is amazing; I don't know what the fuck Germaine is

I just know that both of y'all 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 wanna face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!

No, that's ridiculous

Aiight then, listen to mine

I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you

Put the nozzle to your eye ball 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 nothin' but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go

Watching my Casio stop watch, countin' it slow

Like drug lords checkin' to see if it's Talcum or Coke

I can kill you by drownin' the globe

Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat

In battles I'm a thousand to no, I silenced 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 pi

I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit in the business

And probably in existence, what's your consensus?

Study my own syntax statistics since '96

With CPA certified assistance

I made a 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 high temperatures then just quit

Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left

According to manufacture's specs you'll make a mess

And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fuckin' with Rip

Got millions of blueprints on zip disk

Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits

In a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip

You never experienced work like this

Nigga welcome to the serpentine world where I twist

The world that I rip, the world that I fixed, the world where I live

Okay Rip you made your point, I can't out-rap you

You said you was the illest, I would never doubt that too

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

Raggin' on you like battlin' is all you can do

You didn't sell enough units to be honest with you

Nobody knows the truth; you got talent out the gazoo

When niggaz 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 runnin' into

I don't feel like havin' this discussion with you

I'm tired of fuckin' with you

Niggaz in the game don't wanna do nothin' with you

Bussin' with you, going one on one with who?

They wanna get rid of you, shit is too lyrical

Headhunters out to get you, that's why I had 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'd ever be tempted to?

Ever since my third album I've been mentionin' you

I got your name on my arm, I'm representin' you

You +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 tellin' you

What happened between L and you, forget it

People know you won the battle; they will 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 in 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 Exodus 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 the public eye for a reason

You're a commodity Rip, ain't that how you wanna keep it?

I keep your whereabouts secret

I bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, stop patronizing me, you despise me

All you wanna do is steal rhymes from me

You constantly keep me behind walls of concrete

Lock me in the basement like a fuckin' zombie

If I was a priority, you'd 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 nigga!