The Ripper

Yo i brought my flak jacket, so it's a wrap, jack

I'm the ripper, strippin neutrons into bomb tracks

I'm the reaper, takin you deeper into pitch black

Time for me to grab the mutha fuckin mic and hit back

They call it, land of the free, but it don't show the specs

It's hectic, the thoughts hot explode like semtex, check it

Super consume yo and soon to be doomed

But act riz-act hittin back like the temple of boom, boom

It's high noon, and there's no one in sight, they took flight

These fuckin cowards come out only at night

No turmoil, man, for the soil that they're ripping, oil grippin