I'm a new-age nation creation,
a guilty smiling inspiration for every living derivative of human nature
Human or animal, alien, formal or casual; true story hallucinatory or magical
Battle-you attitude, improving microphone-altitudes
Tools I use to take it to back to school
True beluga whale brain cells, blue-man supercomputer Homosapien male
Crazy as hell!
Powered by Intel, for real
I save struggled rap by the bell
I wrote it's name on a cartridge with a thousand shells
On a cold mountain slope, dual eyepiece for a scope
"Don't miss". "Muthafucka', I won't!"
The eye o' the sniper
Transfix, zoom in tighter
The hammer click, feel the hype of the viper bitin' the mystery writer
Black iris, rap Osiris grip the mic 'till I get arthritis
Javelin-tooth tiger with bronchitis
Gold bars from King Midas come in all sizes
Prince Pyro's saliva could start forest fires
The borders are private when ten thousand bars are united
I'm 'bout to show you a quarter and get you all excited
Hip-Hop is my bitch, so don't even try it
Don't deny it, Canibus with Guilty Smiles wildin
Pig Latin assassin, born in a dirty log cabin
We live off acid, termites, and aspirin
Rolling up that zigzag, mad niggaz is laughin’, we old school but what we spitting is classic
Paper or plastic? Necromancer Romantic
Roaming frantic, Cracker Barrel apparel with a fat ass bitch
Cooking hash browns and grits
Fuck around with Rip? I'll hunt you down with bloodhounds and ticks
With Lyme disease, flies and fleas, you can't see, collide with trees
My Marines piss on emcees
Pine-Sol colored, thought the crime was solved but it wasn't
Got sawed in half by a psychopath SAW gunner
Rusty ass metal melt rubber, motherfuckin' food for the buzzards
Dirty Harry's my brother and I'm his ugly cousin
Whistling Dixie, get up there and grip that fifty
My breath stink, my mustache smell fishy
Tell Nikki that her pussy is squishy, she gettin' money she pretty
I'm still livin’ like a bum in the city
Scarecrow skinny but still get busy
Look me up on Wiki
If ripping beats is a crime I'm guilty
You put a quarter in my cup? It's a rizzy
Y'all niggaz know what it is, fuck with me!
Guilty Smiles, Rip the Jacker, don't need no more back up
When we on the track you gettin' wrapped up
Dynamite alloys, salty ass soy sauce cowboys
What the fuck you gonna do now boy?!
Foul Ball, Guilty Smiles, clear it out y'all
Around here we the lyrical law
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