rip iz alive

i'm the real king of my kingdom

i make my women practice isolationialism as soon as i get 'em

run my world with an iron rod behind iron bars

enclosed behind iron doors in a small iron box in the corner

shielded behind firewalls and water doors

down the gaseous corridor

welcome to my world of horror!

a coroner with an immortal aura

the rhyme slang and holla at a ripper

rip you to live longer

get stronger every record that i record

morph my arms into a sword and clotheslines you running forward

you can't ignore 'bis

motherfucker i started this!

as far as artists that spit

canibus is dominant

hot shit from a lava pit studied by oceanographers

at the ocean's bottom

with rocketship sound effects

a ripper in the flesh

signed in ink

nigga

you ain't ill if you need to time to think

you talk shit

my personality split

you get ripped and that's it

a true hollywood story" bitch