PLOO - Rip vs. Poet Laureate lyrics
[Intro: 'Gladiator' sample - Marcus Aurelius (Maximus)] You have proved your valor yet again Let us hope for the last time (But there's no one left to fight, sire) There is always somebody left to fight [Verse 1: Poet Laureate (Mixed by Knowledge God)] Are you an ego monster, writing ten thousand bars? I'll melt your squid face with ten thousand stars Your battle raps dried up like the a** of the Sphinx And your brains fried up my verses make your ball shrink I'll k** you like Marie Curie with Ionizing Radiation You are facing termination by your own creation My metaphors mechanics will toss you off the planet You smoke too much chronic, my vocab is volcanic Infinite beings with black bars, that eat through rap stars Travel time in fast cars, you fire past Mars I ran back home to battle Rip on the phone Right after I cracked Can-I-b**h with the Mayan Sun Stone You say we'll live without fear for several millions years If you hold hands with your peers like a bunch of queers My Stryker Brigade driver, strike a gay rapper I leave Rip dehydrated with lines of hot lava I tie you up with a snake shaped like a sideways eight And watch you break and suffocate at an unrelenting pace Mechanical skeletal structure was designed with a Heavy Mental Your mind's left behind, it's as light as a feathered quill The Will of Knowledge God controls thoughts and movement And force Can-I-b**h to eat atomic waste pollutant LL crucified your career with 'The Ripper Strikes Back' I slice you from ear to ear, who's the Jamaican in the body bag? [Verse 2: Rip the Jacker] Rip the Jacker quantum creator, the quasar quaker So many layers I can't demonstrate it on paper My melodic emulators cut you down with trachea lasers Of deeply deposited argon vapors My every verse is a psychic institutional burst I choose which layer to listen to first At the peak of the Bell Curve, earthquakes make me misspell words But loud and clear my every verse is well heard They barely understand you The unseen hands that sample you and command you, it's quite puritanical Henry Louis Gates Jr. said I was a lyrical computer A great leader of a spiritual movement h*mo Noeticus student, the cosmic human h*mo Evolutis, divine rulers from a digital future I'm a poet not a puppet, I spit these rhymes without a budget With more infinite rhymes than cousins Non-periodic comets, halotolonian bubbles in solidified rock deposits When you take the time to unearth what I did You will witness infinity, every verse is a bridge Uneasy lies the head, my crown is too heavy for your men The mixing board got a thousand channels plugged in Music generated user generated mixing board entertainment For you mental entrainment [Verse 3: Poet Laureate (Mixed by Shan51)] You rhyme, til the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9 I rhyme in a straight same line until the last trickle of time I know that seems wrong but my conscience is long Begone but silly, call me tongue rippin' But Ripper's got his own song You could never hold me back, Dr. Frankenstein's monster I'm so abundant so my story Rip the Jacker is not redundant True Hollywood Story, I battle for the glory I will become the final chapter, a Canibus allegory I made a name k**ing jackers and washed up rappers I don't care if you pull the trigger on the wounded Mr. Mathers have you had enough yet? (check!) The devil creates that, probably the best yet But tell the Infinite Laureate Couldn't even work the con solo, your own time machine 100 years early when you exploded onto the scene The tattoo on your arm now belongs to me I will inscribe it with the words Laureate Infinity [Verse 4: Rip the Jacker] The mic on my arm is symbolic for a knowledge bomb Celestial arms spiral into viral columns I was betrayed the moment you were born And more often than not I say it in my songs All day long I talk about Lyrical Law I reserve the right to say whatever I want If God kisses your face and the Devil kissed your a** Then how come you ain't got no goddamn cash? The breakaway civilization, generation on blast The human population is reduced to ten percent of the half For those who love to laugh Bolides collide with incoming craft The geography is nanoscopic nano-typography If you don't understand don't mock me The midnight lyricist with a one thousand bar cylinders A Ripper's lyricism is unlimited [Verse 5: Poet Laureate (Mixed by Shan51)] Laureate Infinity Was the freestyle n***a that's me live And for that you've gotta spend time on the green line I destroy a whole city block, then , hey a sturdy co*k Finger touches on the flintlock Make sure they put you in the dock Turn your back on your [?] fans With Hip Hop for Sale And so it became a total fail searching for the Holy Grail I possess [?] with the rhyme control I profess that it is my fate to swallow your soul whole When you need a new fix you use an Infinity mix And never give me the credit I feel degraded and sick I am the hip hop God inside and Iron-Man suit Rhymes ricochet back bounce back End up k**ing your own troops Gettin' tired of having to spend time with you Rip you gotta go first Rip You will become my mad b**h 2007 to infinity, [cyclops?] on my enemy I will forever be the illest lyrically [Verse 6: Rip the Jacker] The opening mechanism for the Sphinx is behind the ears But there is freedom behind your fears I am the autistic King Ellipsis who broke the Ecliptic But don't nobody wanna listen After twelve I turned into a Rakim gremlin Bear witness to my lyrical fitness Paranoid chilling Bob Dylan, Hip Hop villain Lyrical Law from the heart of the Dark Lizard King still spitting k** a gilla reptile with poisonous venom Give'em a pulmonary embolism when the rhythm hit 'em Bus 'em, punishes women and children, whoever wit' 'em The illest alive, still living, still spitting The audio master, blast you with a vocal sample trigger I'm the illest, I'm the illest, I'm the illest They got their plans and we got ours Plus I got my own plans if something goes sour [Verse 7: Poet Laureate (Mixed by Shan51)] Got cut by other emcees for [?] Got kicked the f** off Universal For smoking Ecstasy Purple Rip the Jacker you are crazy Williams is just lazy Battle you 10 times on the same day 'cause you never did amaze me You got the parallel action, write lyrics Parallel [?] Because your brain doesn't function Since the night in the Rockies With the military function Producin' bars Of percision, incredible [innovision?] Follow your [troops?] and intuition to finish the last mission Buried on Mars 4 hours after spittin' your last bars Your spirit becomes infinite lyrics to the stars [?] If your face can melt f** Rip the Jacker, I appear courtesy of myself [?] From the North to the South, Seond Round Knock Out easy [Verse 8: Rip the Jacker] Fast acting bio hazard, my verse is a surface burst Blasting and attacking and backtracking through a ma**ive magnet Global area with a bio location for rappers Vocals powered by zero point magic motors How many times you done this before Bis? Created an album that some love but others dismiss My heir-apparent is trying to hijack Hip Hop Using some f**ed up mixing board spirits Everything I've written for my brothers and sisters who still listen This ain't no fricking fake reality vision This a real mission, the real wheels of steel still spinning I laugh, radio DJs a** kissing How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em Beyond the absence of light is only blackness How far would you go to be a rapper? Ask 'em Beyond the absence of light is all blackness [Verse 9: Poet Laureate (Mixed by Shan51)] I'm cancerous So when I diss you wouldn't want to answer this I could bust Eminem in a minute But you ain't sh** Canibus If you mastered the final lesson I could be your secret weapon blasting whoever's testing In less than a half second k**ing bars by visionary lyricists With a light saber channeling raw visuals forever digital Darth Vader, Rip the Jacker's archnemesis Specialist geneticist put you in a labyrinth Then send them transcripts to Genesis I said I said the best shouldn't have to take a breath That's correct, yes you can't ever pa** the test The most powerful in the booth harness the power of PLOO I can't rest until I decapitate a body And prove you've taken a break for water Is my signal to start slaughter Creating heavenly ordered With swords from border to border Rip the Jacker is living off his speed I k** rappers battle the last jackers Feed on bloody, cold cadavers [Verse 10: Rip the Jacker] Two hundred bars, eleven minutes, eighteen bars per minute Yeah, I still got it, can you f** with it? Superior rhymes, recorded in sidereal time Uncontrived and alive by design Tiger tooth Spiderman diving off the roof Smile, it's the truth when I'm rhyming over loops I'm in a spaceship minus the roof Yeah, a real spaceship, something I designed in my youth Let the world know the truth That I designed iller records than you I wrote, produced and recorded and released a lot more records than you Just thought that I should get more credit than you Cause I'm better than you See, you can lie to me but don't lie about me Is that all you got? No wonder you grouchy My lyrics sound horrible, your voice sounds lousy So why you still be up on radio talking 'bout me? [Poet Laureate] Catchphrase me if you can, nobody rhyme like Javelin Fangz I grab the mic with pure knowledge in my hand Jump off the bridge, you fake n***as scram I'll strangle you with dreadlocks and my bare hands Take you to the ground, release no release, I'm a beast Run out of wind? I'll hit you with the piece One, two, three deceased It's already chaos going on in the streets, it's just you and me I'mma make you eat everything you said about the kid Hip Hop's one of those things I'm proud I did I respect your whole catalog and what you've said And I'mma share your legacy with the one's who care They say, "Hip Hop is the greatest story never told" Imagine what it'd look like at a hundred years old You can't use mind control on a timeless soul An emcee's lyrics defines his role [Verse 12: Rip the Jacker] Close encounters with the poetic Buddha Outside Infinity City, with programmable life-form producers The Grand Deception, that's what it was The idea of aliens or anatomical subs For dinosaurs that feed off our flesh and blood They worship the Sun, put you to d**h if you run The serpent from Eden at Glen Rose, Texas museum What's the meaning? They lived alongside human beings Visible photography blends with lomography lens They can't copy, no matter how they pretend The Canibus Man, is just apocalypse in a can But Rip the Jacker spreads soundscapes across the land Constant to your d**h signals, Hip Hop jingles I could literally k** you with a Hip Hop single SEI is now online, the next verse reverse time I can float a pound of steel with my mind Tesla shield designed, obsessed with unlocking my mind Cause there is no stopping my kind The photons of life phase conjugation on the mic My rhymes re-materialize as light The lost unified field theory of Maxwell They know I rap, but they didn't know I rap that well I can't deceive you, the truth is out there for the people The lies are transparent to see through I dream the galactic green, the Northern Lights in the skies Uninhibited by the jet stream God is within me, God is within you too And together we will find the truth They said "You ain't the same Rip, Canibus, Poet Laureate" But you never check what Germaine think Project CC-gate spit, comet sized "C" spaceship They so shocked they didn't say sh** Lyrical Law is all about the lyrics And it goes a little something like this, hit it