Ripperland Testo

[Canibus:]
There once was a boy, his name was Jack
He changed it to Rip so that he could rap
There were those who observed to memorize what they heard
They enjoyed the rhymes and the sounds of the words
Such glorious poetry interwoven into code
Rip had written something that would never grow old
On the night of the Ripper's Eve
Little boys and girls would sit with crossed knees and begin to read
About lights in the sky, little green men with big eyes Their short size is only a disguise
Sipping hot coco slow in the middle of the snow
If you can spit a flow, then off to Ripperland we go
Any quantum of solace is bolics
Germaine Bond is modest
I wrote my first doctorate in confinement
Between the choices I have made and choices made for me
Reminds me of a story I should tell you in the morning...
I moistened my fingers and turned the page
I must say, you're very sophisticated for your age
I'm amazed you never have to be told to behave
You raise your hand to speak and respond to your name
I remember the day I had changed
The way I was struck by lightening in the rain
Maybe some other time I'll tell you what I became
I can tell you that I waned in the pain of my shame
It is written in books and carved into skin
It is etched into every metaphor from within