this is showtime at the gallows rip the jacker yo i dialogue with amen ra til he gives me the nod or replaces me with a supercomputer automaton i don t barter for time i m a martyr to rhymes and a selfish soldier wit pride that was ordered to die a burnin star in the sky my heart is warped wit a drive expressin thoughts through a rhyme my metaphors are alive it s like i ve been crucified they hate me now like nas they punctured me through my side the bleeding was cauterized i was revived after i died only then i saw how i was truly admired and worshipped like a god shit d mired up my mind they showed me a sign i fell off the ocean liner someone throw me a line let the world know the truth but it became my demise motherfucker you know we even i don t owe you a dime sometimes i feel like killin myself they ve stolen my shine i wanted to be the illest for a moment in time from the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm how can one diss song possibly last this long tyson ain t the champ no more them days is gone and rip the jacker ain t too stubborn to say when he s wrong  i should get twenty dollars and go to econo lodge and tie the sawed off trigger around the doorknob call the police squad and tell them i m in room one oh five and that a dirty bomb s inside woke up in the cargo plane playin christy lane for some entertainment while i train in the misty rain one day at a time sweet jesus is playin i m sittin there prayin you prolly can t believe what i m sayin but the voice in the back of my head keeps sayin germaine this is the real deal man this is not a dream this is not a game the only sixteen you got from now on is locked and loaded and in your hand deploy or detach on land you the man and the pain is the weakness leavin the body understand i can reload wit a full pack call comsat tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back stat insurgence and counter insurgence move wit a purpose absolutely mission critical you never get nervous applicate the shock tube to the surface standby blow it eyes open wit the scope on the terrorist tell him to go to hell in arabic put a bullet through his narrow neck watch the wall behind him get wet i m an animal i ll murder you and stare at your pets get the tape i know where the surveillance cameras is kept if you want a confession you got it you want product gimme 20 you want gossip i ll give you logic on any topic recordin the positive data rip is the best rapper go confirm the status one million page dissertation written on paper cheap label from pitney bowes tree curator my purification process is greater but thinly tapered verbatim my album is equal to over fifty acres can i bus before the big bang and after the big crunch i only gotta say it once let there be light and i write a sentence the greatest discovery since opethicus afarensis back to before sumerians landed on the canyon in the cambrian carryin bacteria with antigens and nine foot stone mannequins the key to nuclear power and porta libitinaria showtime at the gallow the age of aquarius and space harriers life s last barrier 