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Title: Paper Chase
Artist: R-I-P
Label: Spit Fire
Year: 2004

Last Modified: 14th September 2004
Transcribed by: R-I-P
Contact: qed@ukhh.com
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[Verse1 – The Rippah]
When I’m bored I look in the mirror and play with my face/
And flare my nostrils awaiting this paper to chase/
I’m on strike like the Fire Brigade/
Ain’t got a job-but I want them to-hike-up-the-pay-the unlucky one’s‘ll die in a blaze/ “What a Shame”
My mum getting robbed after tax-claimed/ her back aches/
On top of that; she’s got a cack pay/
With many-mouths to feed, day to day/
I’m skint – I can’t indulge in the pleasures of the high-grade/
All we got is time, so my man waits to germinate the seed/
Feds got him on the run – like a Terminator scene/
While I’m on stage burning it down/ “Certainly”
Rocking Tiger-stripe, while the latest fashion is Burberry/
James Maybrick – won’t quit until I make it/
And like any other kid when I see papes/ “I chase it”
Born into the world naked/
Buried rich, f**k being famous/

[Chorusx2]
I’m lost on this Paper Chase/ tryna make money anyway/
Life in the fast lane/ not the hard way/
Life’s a game and like monopoly; I’m in it for the papes/
Lost in this Paper Chase/

[Verse2 – Inspekt”A”Rhyme]
I’m broke as f**k looking bitter/
Scooping-out half my brain to-prove-my-thoughts-are-sicker/
But still my songs ain’t moving any quicker/
So I sit down and contemplate about certain MC’s catching a beat-down/
And telling me how the earth tastes/
I mash ‘em down like the food that I first-ate/
Rap’s my hustle, every man in the game from the UK knows the Struggle/
To keep it moving; you gotta flex a little muscle/
Hurting up the open mics/
‘Cause I’m like a Virgin with stitched up p***y-lips, I’m tight/ [Scream!]
You better obey me like your thirst to Sprite/
‘Cause I bring the terror, making tracks ignite/
I take this back in time/…breaking bread with Gambinos/
And spit bullets with unique flows that’s obscene/
It’s like they watching me through peep-holes, so it seems/
They got me ripping heads with guillotines/ WHAT?

[Chorusx2]

[Bridge – DJ INCA]

[Verse3 – Inspekt”A”Rhyme, The Rippah]
The hunger strikes/ hit the studio, pull out my writes/
Dishing vocals that’s dark as nights/
Suicide all at mountain heights/
No justice, just this/ hit the mic we use to black mail fake heads in public/
The candid camera moment/ Oracle fails to capture the bad omen/
Another fact of life, watch who you owing/
‘Cause you could get capped without even knowing/
So write straight with your papers folding/

I’m too bruck to get my record cut/
And I’m probably single ‘cause I don’t got a 12” - I never measure up/
Low funds got me on a treasure hunt/
Tryna hustle, but selling drugs’ll get you shifted – they locked Skinny up/
Shouts to you sir, Lost in this Paper Chase/
The cost of living – it goes up at a daily rate/
Think I’ll be livin’ it up at later date/
But til’ then I’ll be living for now – and that’s my main mistake/

“Shout out to Chemo”