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This is at the Gallows
Rip The
Yo, I dialogue wit 'til he gives me the nod
Or replaces me wit a supercomputer
I don't for time I'm a martyr to rhymes
And a selfish soldier wit that was ordered to die
A burnin' star in the sky my heart is wit a drive
thoughts through a rhyme my metaphors are alive
It's I've been crucified they hate me now like Nas
They punctured me my side the bleeding was cauterized
I was after I died
Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped a god
mired up my mind they showed me a sign
I fell off the ocean someone throw me a line
Let the know the truth but it became my demise
Mothafucka you know we even I owe you a dime
Sometimes I feel killin' myself they've stolen my shine
I wanted to be the illest for a moment in
the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm
How can one diss song possibly last long?
Tyson ain't the champ no more days is gone
And Rip the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when wrong

I should get twenty and go to Econolodge
And tie the sawed-off around the doorknob
Call the police squad and them I'm in room one oh five
And that a bomb's inside
Woke up in the plane playin' Christy Lane
For some entertainment while I in the misty rain
"One Day at a Time Jesus" is playin'
I'm sittin' there prayin' you prolly can't believe I'm sayin'
But the in the back of my head keeps sayin' "Germaine
This is the real deal man this is not a this is not a game
The sixteen you got from now on is locked
and loaded and in hand
or detach on land you the man
And the pain is the leavin' the body, understand?
I can reload wit a pack call COMSAT
Tell them you need suppressive fire for in the back stat
and counter-insurgence move wit a purpose
Absolutely mission you never get nervous
Applicate the tube to the surface
Standby it eyes open wit the scope on the terrorist
him to go to hell in Arabic put a bullet through his narrow neck
Watch the behind him get wet
I'm an animal I'll murder you and at your pets
Get the tape I know where the surveillance is kept

If you a confession? you got it
You product? Gimme twenty dollars
You want gossip? give you logic on any topic
Recordin' the data
the best rapper go confirm the status
One million dissertation written on paper
Cheap label from Pitney tree curator
My process is greater
But tapered verbatim
My album is equal to fifty acres
Can-I-Bus before the Big
And after the big crunch I only say it once
Let be light and I write a sentence
The discovery since 'opethicus afarensis
to before Sumerians landed on the Cayman
In the Caribbean carryin' bacteria antigens
And Nine-foot stone
The key to nuclear power and four talaria
Showtime at the gallow the Age of
And Space Harrier's life's last