Rips In The Paper lyrics

[Intro]
I wanted all that sh*t I said in the beginning on you know, on the album
Alright, cool, cool, come one
M-illa-tant yo
M-illa-tant yo
Rips in the paper and sh*t
Motherf*cker
Yeah, check it

[Verse 1]
I keep it logical yo, I make it possible
I wanna chick from an island that’s so exotical
I’m so melodical, all up in you like follicle
And plus I’m powerful yo, you n*ggas gotta go
My zodiac would be no photos of blasphemy
You must be after me, [?] n*ggas who pass for me
This sh*t is actually just part of a masterpiece
It happened practically when I’m chillin’ with faculty
I tried to master my flow, was something magical
Me on sabbatical, pus*y on something radical
I’m so grammatical, spittin’ was so grammatical
I’m so grammatical, spittin’ was so grammatical
I keep a schedule [?]
Check it out, check it out yo
I’m dressin’ casual but I were a collateral
I snap all out on you n*ggas become my animal
So call me cannibal ‘cause I snack on you actin' on
The next chapter on, take my b*tch to that salon
And get the [?] bring [?]
It happened after dawn [?]
He took me to the f*ckin’ room where all the rappers born
Y’all n*ggas room with the music and the rap is gone
But this the room where hip-hop is the topic
Flop sh*t, drop it, hot sh*t, cop it
I cause a [?] all on your optic
Topless chick on an album, let’s drop it
I keep on and on and won’t stop it
Don’t, don’t stop it, ba-body-rockin
Pop-pop [?] made by Betty Crocket
Yeah I want them dollars to [?] from every pocket
You was just a subject, you were part of an object
Somewhat like a lab rat, now you part of a project
I keep on and on and don’t stop
This hip-hop, all up on your block
I’ll tell you this mellow my man, I was born to rock
Keep on the job until the morning knock
[Interlude]
Yeah, motherf*cker
c*cksucker, got the paper rippin’ and sh*t
But the beat still tickin’ and sh*t
Finger-lickin’ and sh*t
That’s how I taste [?] motherf*ckin’ rap sh*t n*gga
I’ma bang this sh*t with the f*ckin’ rips in it again


[Verse 2]
I try to make it to the top, switch it over to props
Whether n*ggas out here know it or not
Get your acres now you mowin’ a crop
Man, your motors are locked
M-illa-tant’ll get a soldier to pop
The first chance we explode and we drop
Man, your [?]
And we don’t care if n*ggas [?] or not
Look, it’s cold and it’s hot
And every episode I roll through your block
And when I didn’t [?]
[?]
My f*ckin’ flows get hops
Bitties I know get zoxed
[?]
I gotta whole lotta souls I done told
While I hold that I [?]
The game is worth more than gold that I got
[?]
Different, they gotta [?]
That Motorola
Get that yola to pop
That Motorola get that yola to pop
[Outro]
You know what that means, n*ggas all on the horns wit’ it