Lyrics:

(Intro: Jack the Ripper sample)
Dear Boss
I keep on hearing that the police have caught me
But they won't fix me just yet
I have laughed when they looked so clever and talked about being on the right track

(Rip the Jacker)
Yo, you fucking hate me, you fucking lock me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch, I supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless, you better face it
You ain't show me love when you were at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noriega was catching his breath
I had to keep the situation in check
Look at the varicose veins in my neck, Germaine is the best
The industry fucked you I'm just paying them back
What's the matter with slaying Jackers, that's all I been doing
Besides talking shit I ain't done nothing to them
They're just mad 'cause when I see them I don't run up to them
Between me and you, yo, you know I'll run right through them...

(Canibus)
Calm down

(Rip the Jacker)
Who you telling to calm down, nigga? I'm a Ripper, remember?
I told you not to do 'Gone Till November'
But you wouldn't listen, I always had your best interests in mind
I wrote all your best lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me you'd be writing pitiful lines
On stage, if you were tired, I would spit them sometimes
Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride
But I'm getting tired of having to remind you 'Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you 'Bis...

(Canibus)
What Rip? Why you tripping? You know it's a crazy business
You're a lying ass bitch and you know it
Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If there's one thing I learned in showbiz, stay focused
And don't quit. Rip, why you talking about old shit?

(Rip the Jacker)
Germaine, you fucking water brain, don't you understand?
Fuck the mainstream! You should just call out names
The industry's all about game
I shit on them all the same and I leave spit stains on their brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers
Insane is an understatement I'm Satan
Canibus is a Mason I don't know what the fuck Germaine is
I just know the both of y'all are trying my patience
I don't give a fuck about a beat I've been rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous all Jackers are afraid of us
You want to face me 'Bis? Kick a rhyme

(Canibus)
That's ridiculous

(Rip the Jacker)
All right then listen to mine
I'll jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eyeball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark fossils, make it impossible to find you
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the power out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in a cold freezer with an hour to go
Watching my Casio stopwatch counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I could kill you by drowning the globe
Or I could just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand and oh, I silence the Pope
Do you know how many rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I thought so. Neither do I
It's a dick between your mother's thighs divided by Pi
I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business
Or probably in existence, what's your consensus?
Studied my own syntax statistics since ninety-six with CPA certified assistants
I've made the decision that my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more than women are dope writtens
If it ain't dope then don't spit it
Don't be sensitive and get on the defensive just practice your penmanship
If you can't spit at hot temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left
According to manufacturer's specs you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip disks
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits
With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work like this
Bitch welcome to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world that I Rip, the world where I live...

(Canibus)
Okay Rip, you made your point, I can't out rap you
You said you were the illest, I would never doubt that too
A lot of these rappers are jealous that's why they attack you
They think you're the best that's why they want to battle you
At the moment of truth I let you design the tattoos
You are the illest alive, that's a fact that you proved
Just a couple rappers don't want it to happen for you
Ragging on you like battling is all you can do
You didn't sell enough units to be honest with you
Nobody knows the truth, you've got talent out the gazoo
When niggas first heard you it was like 'Man on the Moon'
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if the ladies think he's more handsome than you?
What happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what it's running into
I don't feel like having this discussion with you
I'm tired of fucking with you
Niggas in the game don't want to do nothing with you
Bussin' with you? Going one on one with who?
They want to get rid of you, shit is too lyrical
Headhunters out to get you, that's why I have to protect you
I wouldn't disrespect you as another intellectual
Without you I'm unsuccessful, God bless you
What makes you think I left you?
Or why I would ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album I've been mentioning you
I've got your name on my arm, I'm representing you
You're Rip the Jacker, I would never question you
I respect your opinion as a professional, nigga
I just want you to listen to what I'm telling you
What happened between L and you, forget it
People know you won the battle they won't give you the credit
A lot of people don't want to admit it
But I consider it a real privilege to bear witness to your lyrics
And be involved with sharing the merits, I'm forever indebted
I just need you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message
Like Tupac before he left us
The author of the work ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to write the 'Exobus Scripts' as a constant reminder not to forget 'Bis
But I've reached a precipice, remember Rip
You can't rhyme forever there's always somebody with better shit
I keep you out of the public eye for a reason
You're a commodity, Rip. Ain't that how you want to keep it?
I keep your whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why are you beefing?

(Rip the Jacker)
Ayo, stop patronizing me, you despise me
All you want to do is steal rhymes from me
You constantly keep me behind walls of concrete
You lock me in the basement like a fucking zombie
If I was a priority you would acknowledge me
You ain't shit neither, you ain't got no college degree
You can't rhyme without me, stop smiling at me
Give me the keys to the garage I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the fuck out my face 'Bis