Rip Iz Alive

I'm the real king of my kingdom

I make my women practice isolationialism as soon as I get 'em

Run my world with an iron rod behind iron bars

Enclosed behind iron doors in a small iron box in the corner

Shielded behind firewalls and water doors

Down the gaseous corridor, welcome to my world of horror!

A coroner with an immortal aura

The rhyme slang and holla at a Ripper, rip you to live longer

Get stronger every record that I record

Morph my arms into a sword and clotheslines you running forward

You can't ignore 'Bis, motherfucker I started this!

As far as artists that spit, Canibus is dominant

Hot shit from a lava pit studied by oceanographers

At the ocean's bottom, with rocketship sound effects

A Ripper in the flesh, signed in ink, nigga

You ain't ill if you need to time to think

You talk shit, my personality split, you get ripped and that's it

A "True Hollywood Story" bitch

In my world Jermaine's gone, Canibus is just a moniker

Stay behind the follower, I'm fin' to demolish you fucks

Can-I-bust? (YEAH!) Now that's what I'm talkin 'bout

Call me Mr. Spit Shit, also known as Toilet Mouth

Y'all been warned about a million times

I done wrote about a million rhymes since July '85

When I'm writin I'm impervious to fraud

My fine art's verbal collage is worthy of the Gods

When I'm 30 years old, I'ma quit rhymin

Collect my own catalogue and open up a library

Lock myself in solitary six months at a time

Work at the university and teach sick fucks how to rhyme

NOBODY'S SAFE, NOBODY can say that they great

I put a jacker's cold body in a crate

Trap his soul in an electromagnetic vase

Put the crate on a wide lowrider and drive it in a lake

Look in my eyes, then look in my face

Nobody's here to arbitrate, realize it's time for your FATE!

HA HA HA! (HA HA, HA, HA HA HA..)