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[Canibus:] There once was a boy, his name was Jack He changed it to Rip so that he could rap There were those who observed to memorize what they heard They enjoyed the rhymes and the sounds of the words Such glorious poetry interwoven into code Rip had written something that would never grow old On the night of the Ripper's Eve Little boys and girls would sit with crossed knees and begin to read About lights in the sky, little green men with big eyes Their short size is only a disguise Sipping hot coco slow in the middle of the snow If you can spit a flow, then off to Ripperland we go Any quantum of solace is bolics Germaine Bond is modest I wrote my first doctorate in confinement Between the choices I have made and choices made for me Reminds me of a story I should tell you in the morning... I moistened my fingers and turned the page I must say, you're very sophisticated for your age I'm amazed you never have to be told to behave You raise your hand to speak and respond to your name I remember the day I had changed The way I was struck by lightening in the rain Maybe some other time I'll tell you what I became I can tell you that I waned in the pain of my shame It is written in books and carved into skin It is etched into every metaphor from within From Letras Mania