Rip The Jacker
Текст песни Dr Manhattan (Shan51)

The Arrival Of A Prophet In The Cock Pit Of A Star Ship The Size Of The Hale Bopp Comet

Fighter Pilots With No Eyelids, Did You See What I Just Did
Hydrolic Pressure Gettin Hot As A Bitch

I Was Spiritual First
I Was Spiritual First
I Was Spiritual First

She Cut My Umbilical At The Physical Birth
And Welcomed Me To Miserable Birth

VERSE

Destination The Blue Planet, With A Poem To Attack It
With My Lyrical Composition Once MC's Appear In Brackets

The Mass-Sighting Happened In Daylight, Strike Like Lightning
Intelligence From The Sky, The Leaders Found It Frightening

S51 Born In Area51
The Sun Of The Mayan God, Climbed Out Of The Space-Pod

It Was Odd But Amazing, Ascending Out Of The Chamber
Information Out Of The Database Assessing Mass Behaviour

My Body Is A Space-Suit That I Gotta Wear
Whenever I Come To Earth, Whenever I Stay Here

Neuropeptide Suprise Whenever You Looks In My Eyes
Knowledge Greater Than Yours, Whatever The Book Size

Its The Truth, I Interact With Spirits In The Booth
I Interact Through Lyrics & The Lives Of The Youth

I Spit For Life Spit For Love Spit From The Heart
You Spit Incredibly Shit For The Forces That Are Dark

The More Iller The Beats I Use The Faster The Brain Computes
Shooting Asteroid Basketballs Into Black Hole Hoops

The United State Of Hip Hop, Im The Player-President
Where Anybody With Love & Skill Can Be A Long-Term Resident

We Shouldn't Keep Fightin, Infinity Is Our Home
If We Destroy The Foundation, Then Where We Gonna Go?

Time & Space Is An Ocean, My Mind Is The Speed Boat
Tearing Through Unchartered Water With The Rhymes That I Wrote

The Enemy Advanced Fast, Time For Problem Solver
I Blasted Through The Jacker With The Silver Cased Revolver

Shooting The Devil With A Missile, Made From Eternal Love
In Infinity-Lagoon Park With A Message From Above

Lyrically Too Sick, Spittin Nothin But Beubonic
Extracting Sonic Rhyme Flows From The Tail Of A Comet

Planetary Evacuation, Preparing For Planet Invasion
The Ripper Performs Meditation On Board The Space-Station

Relaxing In The Whirlpool, Beside The Hip Hop Lagoon
Singing The Blues, I Love It On The Dark Side Of The Moon

The Microphone Al Capone Sitting On The Frozen Throne
Combining Every Known Tone Into A Metronome Poem

Perform Open-Mic Surgery To Make Sure They Heard Of Me
The Past, Present & Future Is Still Tryna Murder Me

A Thousand Dead MC's, The Overwhelming Evidence
Hip Hop Is The Motherland & I Am The Real President

Rip The Jacker Is 10,000 Bars. It's Gonna Be Easy To Show Off The Capability Of A Layered Composition Or Layered Poetry Over Beats Is Gonna Do

Theyre Just Rappers Im A Cloud Of Galactic Matter Coming At Ya
(Cloud Of Galactic Matter Coming At Ya)

Theyre Just Rappers Im A Cloud Of Galactic Matter Coming At Ya
(Cloud Of Galactic Matter Coming At Ya)

My Training Is Worth Millions, Iman Death Squads Rush The Buildin
I Am Prince Williams

My Training Is Worth Millions, Iman Death Squads Rush The Buildin
I Am Prince Williams (Shan Fifty ONE!)