[Verse 1: Snak The Ripper]
You don't wanna get the Ripper started again
Don't know another way, goin' hard as I can
Every bar I command is a part of the brand
Shit raw like sushi in the heart of Japan
Spark a little chronic when I park the sedan
Smack 'em in the face with the barf on my hand
Never give a fuck is the marketing plan
This'll get into your blood like a carcinogen
Start shit, end up rolled in a carpet
Your bitch breath smell like an old dirty armpit
This here the coke bein' sold on the market
Come from a place that's cold as the Arctic
Raised in the streets got a criminal mind
Been livin' behind this abysmal line
Chisel every verse, every syllable prime
And I'm gettin' it all done in minimal time
My names comin' up when they have their discussions
Hack your computer and act like I'm Russian
Grab that bat give your ass a concussion
Bitch stand back leave a path of destruction
Got that crack, every track so disgustin'
Big C Lance gotta stash the production
Smash the percussion
Ask if I'm bluffin'
Probably gettin' drunk somewhere laughin' at nothin'
I've been awake, gettin' live in the place
These rappers all fake
They just lie to your face
Got my foot on the gas while they riding the brakes
Five minutes they blinded, the time that it takes
Tryin' to debate while we
Strive to be great
Five in my head, one more line and I'm straight
So scribin' my fate, not defined by mistakes
Smokin' this green got my mind up in space
You don't wanna get the Ripper started again
Don't know another way, goin' hard as I can
Every bar I command is a part of the brand
Shit raw like sushi in the heart of Japan
Spark a little chronic when I park the sedan
Smack 'em in the face with the barf on my hand
Never give a fuck is the marketing plan
This'll get into your blood like a carcinogen
Start shit, end up rolled in a carpet
Your bitch breath smell like an old dirty armpit
This here the coke bein' sold on the market
Come from a place that's cold as the Arctic
Raised in the streets got a criminal mind
Been livin' behind this abysmal line
Chisel every verse, every syllable prime
And I'm gettin' it all done in minimal time
My names comin' up when they have their discussions
Hack your computer and act like I'm Russian
Grab that bat give your ass a concussion
Bitch stand back leave a path of destruction
Got that crack, every track so disgustin'
Big C Lance gotta stash the production
Smash the percussion
Ask if I'm bluffin'
Probably gettin' drunk somewhere laughin' at nothin'
I've been awake, gettin' live in the place
These rappers all fake
They just lie to your face
Got my foot on the gas while they riding the brakes
Five minutes they blinded, the time that it takes
Tryin' to debate while we
Strive to be great
Five in my head, one more line and I'm straight
So scribin' my fate, not defined by mistakes
Smokin' this green got my mind up in space
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