Verse 1:
I'm ill and my lyrics are the prescriptions/
I got the will to finish my frictions/
I diminish my foes then feed my addictions/
sick depictions and encoded encryptions- I'm writin knowledge like the ancient egyptions/
no fictions, only truth- Stripes the super-sleuth/
makin plans and obtainin fans from today's youth/
I blast through bullet-proof vans with my Desert Eagle/
kickin like Steven Segal, lyrics get you so high they've been classed as illegal/
I've passed the sequal, this is the future of the scene/
I'm the king, got my queen and I'm more popular than green/
I demean and I'm mean- imressin the press/
depressin Congress and givin em stress like a losing game of chess/
yes- I'm the best, providin no less- got the cops on their knees makin em confess/
pig appraoches my address and tries to make me undress/
fuckin roaches Imma smoke em like roches and cut their mom outta her dress/
sacrifice em like carfs in my sick paragraphs/
dippin hospital graphs got their body cold enough for scarfs/
as I cut em off at the calfs- you hear my twisted laughs? Got em goin spastic/
bendin fake bodies like plastic whilst stretchin real minds like elastic/
lyrics fantastic, spinnin minds and makin you need help that's psychiatric/
winnin lines scorin shots like 3 hat-tricks/
got young fakes with wobbling knees like geriatrics/
The Irish celebrate St. Patricks- you celebrate Stripes new spit/
every hit packed with lyrical wit- only top shit enticing you into a mad fit/
got minds on fire givin fans the desire to hear more- and that's cool coz I'll never retire/
fans adore and admire me like I'm a sire/
I'm the core, comin raw- truth spitter not liar/
startin war- phonies stumblin on trip wires/
I hear em mumblin as their skeleton ruptures and starts crumlin- I'm spiitin hard like a ghetto choir/
Chorus:
A ghetto choir spittin hard like steel/
yet to reveal the best- mind yet to free all/
I'm real eatin up the rap game like a meal/
king of the town, got the crown and ain't no-one gonna make the steal/
Verse 2:
Let's start bein realistic- you mess with me you'll turn out as another dead statistic/
I'm ballistic, Imma take your skull and twist it/
I told that other guy he shouldn't've risked it/
tore him apart like an animal, ate him raw like Hannibal/
yeah the rumours are true- Stripes is a cannibal!/
givin tumours to the pollutin fakes- I give em a shootin and stab em with stakes/
commutin through the hood, uprootin foes like tree wood then lootin/
decision computin...results pendin...decision made
: start shootin- no point in defendin/
words comin in more forms than a thesaurus- so got verses comin out enormous/
don't bore us or I'll cut to the chorus and use the quick break to take you out like a squad of stormers/
I'm one of these revelotionary group formers- a top class performer/
not a conformer- if I don't like it I'll escape/
strip the convictor naked and tie him up with tape/
kick the body outta shape, give him an ego rape/
I'm the divine from the grape- sip my lyrics to refresh/
you wanna be cured then just touch my flesh/
I'm in charge, the sarge with my shoulder "stripes"- growin large/
I wait for my prey- disguised in camoflauge/
shit- u gettin scared? Here, have this chorus to recharge/
Chorus:
A ghetto choir spittin hard like steel/
yet to reveal the best- mind yet to free all/
I'm real eatin up the rap game like a meal/
king of the town, got the crown and ain't no-one gonna make the steal/
Verse 3:
Lyrikal Poetz soon to come- Stripes and Tainted Dreamz comin out on the run/
new things gonna be done- lyrics tighter than J-lo, makin niggas come/
representin our Thug Nation whilst sendin our enemies on a permanent vacation/
cut off their balls- lyrical castration causin painful frustration- ain't no chance of salvation/
no stoppin at ya station- movin faster than Sonic, posessed and demonic/
obsessed- this is gonna be a classic like The Chronic/
Stripes and Tainted shakin the crowds like they're tectonic/
one of those top rap teams leavin you with nightmares not "Dreamz"/
spittin so hard got you splittin at the seams/
I'm ill and my lyrics are the prescriptions/
I got the will to finish my frictions/
I diminish my foes then feed my addictions/
sick depictions and encoded encryptions- I'm writin knowledge like the ancient egyptions/
no fictions, only truth- Stripes the super-sleuth/
makin plans and obtainin fans from today's youth/
I blast through bullet-proof vans with my Desert Eagle/
kickin like Steven Segal, lyrics get you so high they've been classed as illegal/
I've passed the sequal, this is the future of the scene/
I'm the king, got my queen and I'm more popular than green/
I demean and I'm mean- imressin the press/
depressin Congress and givin em stress like a losing game of chess/
yes- I'm the best, providin no less- got the cops on their knees makin em confess/
pig appraoches my address and tries to make me undress/
fuckin roaches Imma smoke em like roches and cut their mom outta her dress/
sacrifice em like carfs in my sick paragraphs/
dippin hospital graphs got their body cold enough for scarfs/
as I cut em off at the calfs- you hear my twisted laughs? Got em goin spastic/
bendin fake bodies like plastic whilst stretchin real minds like elastic/
lyrics fantastic, spinnin minds and makin you need help that's psychiatric/
winnin lines scorin shots like 3 hat-tricks/
got young fakes with wobbling knees like geriatrics/
The Irish celebrate St. Patricks- you celebrate Stripes new spit/
every hit packed with lyrical wit- only top shit enticing you into a mad fit/
got minds on fire givin fans the desire to hear more- and that's cool coz I'll never retire/
fans adore and admire me like I'm a sire/
I'm the core, comin raw- truth spitter not liar/
startin war- phonies stumblin on trip wires/
I hear em mumblin as their skeleton ruptures and starts crumlin- I'm spiitin hard like a ghetto choir/
Chorus:
A ghetto choir spittin hard like steel/
yet to reveal the best- mind yet to free all/
I'm real eatin up the rap game like a meal/
king of the town, got the crown and ain't no-one gonna make the steal/
Verse 2:
Let's start bein realistic- you mess with me you'll turn out as another dead statistic/
I'm ballistic, Imma take your skull and twist it/
I told that other guy he shouldn't've risked it/
tore him apart like an animal, ate him raw like Hannibal/
yeah the rumours are true- Stripes is a cannibal!/
givin tumours to the pollutin fakes- I give em a shootin and stab em with stakes/
commutin through the hood, uprootin foes like tree wood then lootin/
decision computin...results pendin...decision made
: start shootin- no point in defendin/
words comin in more forms than a thesaurus- so got verses comin out enormous/
don't bore us or I'll cut to the chorus and use the quick break to take you out like a squad of stormers/
I'm one of these revelotionary group formers- a top class performer/
not a conformer- if I don't like it I'll escape/
strip the convictor naked and tie him up with tape/
kick the body outta shape, give him an ego rape/
I'm the divine from the grape- sip my lyrics to refresh/
you wanna be cured then just touch my flesh/
I'm in charge, the sarge with my shoulder "stripes"- growin large/
I wait for my prey- disguised in camoflauge/
shit- u gettin scared? Here, have this chorus to recharge/
Chorus:
A ghetto choir spittin hard like steel/
yet to reveal the best- mind yet to free all/
I'm real eatin up the rap game like a meal/
king of the town, got the crown and ain't no-one gonna make the steal/
Verse 3:
Lyrikal Poetz soon to come- Stripes and Tainted Dreamz comin out on the run/
new things gonna be done- lyrics tighter than J-lo, makin niggas come/
representin our Thug Nation whilst sendin our enemies on a permanent vacation/
cut off their balls- lyrical castration causin painful frustration- ain't no chance of salvation/
no stoppin at ya station- movin faster than Sonic, posessed and demonic/
obsessed- this is gonna be a classic like The Chronic/
Stripes and Tainted shakin the crowds like they're tectonic/
one of those top rap teams leavin you with nightmares not "Dreamz"/
spittin so hard got you splittin at the seams/