Ripperland lyrics - Canibus (feat. The Goddess Psalm One)

[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 LP, I sleep when you fertilized

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'ma fest

You're a fish in a school of whales

And baby school won't be the only thing you fail, you fail

[Chorus: Psalm One]

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 [2X]

[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 lightening 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 [echoes]

[Chorus - repeat 2X]