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