| This is Showtime at the Gallows
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| Rip The Jacker
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| Yo, I dialogue with Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod
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| Or replaces me with a supercomputer automaton
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| I don’t barter for time I’m a martyr to rhymes
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| And a selfish soldier wit pride that was ordered to die
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| A burnin' star in the sky my heart is warped wit a drive
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| Expressin' thoughts through a rhyme my metaphors are alive
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| It’s like I’ve been crucified they hate me now like Nas
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| They punctured me through my side the bleeding was cauterized
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| I was revived after I died
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| Only then I saw how I was truly admired and worshipped like a god
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| Shit’d mired up my mind they showed me a sign
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| I fell off the ocean liner someone throw me a line
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| Let the world know the truth but it became my demise
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| Motherfucker you know we even I don’t owe you a dime
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| Sometimes I feel like killin' myself they’ve stolen my shine
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| I wanted to be the illest for a moment in time
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| From the ink to my pen to my pad to the ink in my arm
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| How can one diss song possibly last this long?
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| Tyson ain’t the champ no more them days is gone
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| And Rip the Jacker ain’t too stubborn to say when he’s wrong
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| I should get twenty dollars and go to Econo Lodge
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| And tie the sawed-off trigger around the doorknob
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| Call the police squad and tell them I’m in room one oh five
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| And that a dirty bomb’s inside
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| Woke up in the cargo plane playin' Christy Lane
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| For some entertainment while I train in the misty rain
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| «One Day at a Time Sweet Jesus» is playin'
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| I’m sittin' there prayin' you prolly can’t believe what I’m sayin'
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| But the voice in the back of my head keeps sayin' «Germaine
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| This is the real deal man this is not a dream this is not a game
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| The only sixteen you got from now on is locked
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| And loaded and in your hand
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| Deploy or detach on land you the man
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| And the pain is the weakness leavin' the body, understand?
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| I can reload wit a full pack call COMSAT
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| Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back stat
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| Insurgence and counter-insurgence move wit a purpose
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| Absolutely mission critical you never get nervous
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| Applicate the shock tube to the surface
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| Standby blow it eyes open wit the scope on the terrorist
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| Tell him to go to hell in Arabic put a bullet through his narrow neck
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| Watch the wall behind him get wet
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| I’m an animal I’ll murder you and stare at your pets
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| Get the tape I know where the surveillance cameras is kept
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| If you want a confession you got it, you want product? |
| Gimme $ 20 You want
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| gossip? |
| I’ll give you logic on any topic
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| Recordin' the positive data
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| Rip is the best rapper go confirm the status
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| One million page dissertation written on paper
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| Cheap label from Pitney Bowes' tree curator
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| My purification process is greater
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| But thinly tapered verbatim
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| My album is equal to over fifty acres
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| Can-I-Bus before the Big Bang
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| And after the big crunch I only gotta say it once
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| Let there be light and I write a sentence
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| The greatest discovery since 'opethicus afarensis
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| Back to before Sumerians landed on the Canyon
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| In the Cambrian carryin' bacteria with antigens
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| And Nine-foot stone mannequins
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| The key to nuclear power and Porta Libitinaria
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| Showtime at the gallow, the Age of Aquarius
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| And Space Harriers, life’s last barrier |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showtime at the Gallow, artist - Canibus. Album song The Best of Stoupe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп