Song Length |
2:42 |
Genre |
Rap - Alternative, Rock - Alternative |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Irate |
| |
Lyrics
Rippin? Shop
Don?t stop the sound,
Take a good look around when it pops off,
Breakin? on and on
The group spawns energy,
When assembled in front of the backdrop,
Intensity builds hits,
Fits, straight for the jugular,
I reign like acid,
These bastards bitch and whine to get passed it,
Who was that man in the mask?
Crass, without character,
Lacking in class,
Take a trip down the dark side?s path
Topside, kick ass,
Calculate like math,
It a combination of force and mass,
Trash the room,
Then hassle with staff,
Laugh to death over broken glass,
Trip hard,
Pump the demo cassette, yall
Chillin on the porch,
Watching Ben Stiller,
One hand?s got a cigarette,
The other, 12 ounce Miller,
Can I get a witness?
The rhyme fitness pulls your leg,
For shits and giggles,
I?m a dog, so give me Kibbles N Bits,
The flow shows no mercy when I?m thirsty,
For the rock n roll,
Get into the groove with so much soul,
I say, I gotta keep it goin,
Party people?s in the place,
Get on down to show where I?m rippin? from
Rippin? and rhymin?,
Come again,
Dem a look, and soon Dem become a jealous one,
Like him wanna come back with that ammunition,
Me no tink so,
Cause him know the man, I am,
Put yo rap status in total devastation,
Time to revise yo theme,
Time for renovation,
Me know me not the only man to ever hear, Come! Come!
But I be kickin? the rhyme from beginning to completion, Billy Bye!
Big Boned Raps,
Cracked your headphones,
I?m all that, Chaos,
Bring it to the backyard, we?ll scrap hard,
Rains gonna fall,
Yall all review the rerun,
See it to be,
Done, son, with No Sleep Till Brooklyn!
Tried time and time again,
And line to the sunroom,
12ounce filled to the rim,
I?m a bounce out,
It?s like a jungle,
Certified Mr. Bungle
Hung so low, my Addidas hit the floor, yo
One man freak show,
The beat flows,
Keep those creditability stripped like peep shows,
Target the mark,
And neither Ho get the say-so,
Forbidden,
Twisted into form like some Play-Doh
I got this vocal know-how,
It?s how I throw down,
Complete with a deuce deuce of Lowenbrau,
The beat gets rocked,
From Wilmington to So Cal,
When I?m on stage,
I?m only up there just to show them how