| Milky, and I’m back
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| My ace in the hole was this brand new track
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| I’mma slow it up and speed it up and now you’re gonna eat it up
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| Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
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| I did it, but the devil didn’t make me
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| I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
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| Proving a point that I’m a serious joint
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| You can roll me up and puff me, and then I’ll anoint
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| Your head with oil--lots of oil
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| Make it run like water, watch it boil
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| Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
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| Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH
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| Prince of the growl is on the prowl
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| How You Like Me Now punk? |
| You living foul
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| Here’s what my game is, kill is what my aim is
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| A washed up rapper needs a wash up, my name is--
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| Jack the Ripper
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| Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
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| Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
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| (King Hercules!)
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| Back for the payback, I must say that
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| I heard your new jam, I don’t play that
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| It ain’t loud enough punk, it ain’t hitting
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| This year you tried, next year you’re quitting
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| Last year you thought I was dying out
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| But again, and again, and again without a doubt
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| It’s the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
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| Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
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| I do it up rough, tough, I don’t bluff
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| And this is an example of funky stuff
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| When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this
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| They ain’t like this they don’t hit, they miss
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| It’s a strong record, a record for the strong
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| For those who appreciate real rap songs
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| Listen how I won’t allow myself to go off track
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| Stay back, I got the power, I’m--
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| Jack the Ripper
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| Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
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| Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
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| (King Hercules!)
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| Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
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| A-k-a James Todd Smith
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| Hard like penitentiary steel
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| Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
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| Homegirls in the house, c’mon
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| Homegirls in the house, give it up
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| You gotta want to get hotter
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| Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot’a
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| People don’t know how nice I am
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| He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
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| Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
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| Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
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| While you’re doing your dance I want you to make moves
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| No one out there thought you could do
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| You know my name and my game and what I’m here to do
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| Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
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| Jack the Ripper
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| Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
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| Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
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| (King Hercules!)
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| Break it down! |
| x3
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| Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
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| «How Ya Like Me Now?» |
| I’m getting busier
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| I’m double platinum, I’m watching you get dizzier
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| Check out the way I say my, display my fame, my
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| 'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y
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| I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
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| It makes me move and I’ll improve
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| As it goes on, as it flows on
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| When you see me, don’t ask if the show’s on
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| How that sound? |
| Don’t came around, playing me close, brown
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| Pull on my jock to be down
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| You need to stay down, way down, because you’re low down
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| Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
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| Aiming to please while I’m killing emcees
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| I’m gonna keep on hitting you with rough LP’s
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| Day after day after day
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| You’re smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J
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| I’m--
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| «Jack the Ripper!» |
| «The baddest around!»
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| I’m a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
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| A killing machine, a savage street talker
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| Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
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| To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
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| The prince of Hip Hop, straight from Queens
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| Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
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| And you’ve never seen anybody rock the party
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| All you funky beat-aholics, this beat’s Bacardi
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| I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don’t you know
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| Moving my hand like I’m playing the piano
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| Don’t touch the dial, don’t change the channel
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| Don’t let me hear you say I ain’t debonair
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| I’m better than any emcee out there
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| As a matter of fact, suckers can’t compare
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| When I’m rocking the mic people stop and stare, at. |