[canibus]
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, c'mon!
Rock! {*echoes*}
Rock! rock! rock!
Verse one: canibus
Jump up and down if you love the sound
We rip and rock until we tear sh** down
Rip rock stands for hip-hop mixed with rock'n'roll
I'm hardcore to my inner soul
Hold on as i swerve outta control
Directly into the unknowns of a black hole
All my real n***az, with f**ed up neurotransmitters
Wavin glocks and swastikas
I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor
And swigga, til i'm drunk as the pississippi river
Even though i know the sh** is f**in up my liver
Tomorrow when i wake up, i won't even remember {"rock!"}
How i got home - or where i got this tattoo of a mic on my arm from
Or when i f**ed them b**hes last night, i shoulda used a condom
(i guess not) now that's what i call rip rock!
Chorus one: canibus
Rip, rock, rip (c'mon) rock
Rip, rock, rip (c'mon) rock
Rip, rock, rip (c'mon) rock
Rip (c'mon) .. rock! (yeah)
{repeat chorus one}
Chorus two: canibus (repeat 2x)
You want rock'n'roll? (we got it)
You want hip-hop? (we got it)
You wanna wreck shop? (we got it)
We got it got it
We got it got it got it
{*guitar interlude - like a heavy metal snake charmer's song*}
[canibus]
C'mon! {*echoes*}
Rock!
Rock! rock! rock!
Verse two: canibus
Yo, i want you to s**er-punch whoever you standin next to
If you ready to rock with a refugee rebel
A navy seal underwater in a submarine vessel
sh**tin on n***az above sea level
I'm tired of you mc's talkin bout loot (loot!)
I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups (groups!)
I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams
Tired of gettin my name misspelled in magazines {"rock!"}
I'm tired of you two-faced disc jockeys
Non-believers, s**in on my arch enemy's penis
You know who you are, i'm talkin to you
You need to recognize i'm tryin to introduce somethin new
Somethin i would sacrifice my life or die for
Somethin if i was already dead i would rise for
Somethin that would make a fool a hundred times wiser
Somethin that will help all mankind to prosper
I die with laughter, lookin at you wack mc's
With your craft unmastered, ba*tards
Hip-hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded
With rock'n'roll, now rip rock is born, motherf**ers!
Chorus one
Chorus two
[canibus]
C'mon! {*echoes*}
C'mon!
C'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (yeah!)
C'mon! {*echoes*}
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (yeah!)
C'mon! rip rooooooooooooooooooock!