Off Rip - Termanology, Singapore Kane, DJ Premier

Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah

Go, go, go, go

Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah

Go, go, go, go

Off r-i-i-i-p, y-e-e-e-ah

Go, go, go, go

Ya better pay up when we hitting ya door

Or your only other option is kissing the floor

It’s Big Shug, Term' and Singapore

Money getters, L blowers, clapping the fours

It’s mayhem massacre, Murderpan mangler

It’s so damn real that the Preme beat strangle ya

It’s about time real came back around

Your silly circus shit with a game full of clowns

We still puffing perfect, splitting dutch with chocolate

Pay attention now, hip hop apocalypse

We hear ya slick talkers wanna boss flipping lips

Any real time, GangStarr, Full Clip

Got down on my knees, gave the sky a kiss

Got some words from the Guru that I’ll never forget

He said, «Sorry Shug for that Solar shit

Make 'Em Pay up now.

Get it off rip.»

Off the rip I’ll rip off ya head

Let the gun tongue kiss you with lead

Tears shed, bodies missing and dead

Then I’ll piss on ya bed

Throw a brick at your head

The infa-red is never impotent

Pop up with the steel make the gun get intimate

Choppers in the church parking lot cause we ignorant

Coppers we avoid 'em, they killing people that’s innocent

Give me an AK and a pig, we getting into it

Kla-kla-kla bang bang boom

Ready to give my life address it at your wife’s address

To put a target on the dress

They say you wanna kill a man’s pride, go and kill his bitch

I’ll say, «Kill his mama and make his father go dig a ditch»

You rappers ain’t sick like me

Roll up to the club strapped with a 100 spics like me

I just drank a whole bottle of Jose to the dome straight

And this Rosay, I probably won’t be getting home straight

Off rip I’m like the smoothest dude rolling with the rudest crew

Bring your cutie through and we’ll twist her like Rubix Cube

Make her twist my doobie too cause youse a

You always scared like Shaggy and Scooby Doo

I’m hostile, thoughts wild cause I ain’t a lost child

But I got style closet tonight: stockpile

Super high and fly, life is the alibi

Limit is the sky, Livin' Proof like Malachi

Slap a body slammer guy or let the hammers fly

You hear that sound?

Better duck like Anaheim

Skirt wearing bozos but nah you ain’t homo

It’s just for the promo

They matching with they Polos

But y’all know my steez, wave grease and some Wallabys

My eyes bloodshot red because I swallow trees

Off rip I ripped off cause of my melanin

But bad to the skeleton when you’re soft like gelatin

«Count the mics that I rip»