Jak Tripper fan page / lyrics

Hello fellow Jak Tripper fans. We are working on a Jak Tripper fan page, and 1 of the website's sections will be a lyric page. Any bit of help with this process will help speed and fulfill as much as the section as possible. We are starting to do Heatrock Hellfire Spitter pt 2 first. If you can complete an ep or cd and send it to Us there will be rewards to be given out. More details will be given if enough volunteers come forward.

not yet, actually we are only in the beginning process. just tossing around ideas, and laying out the foundation of it. some really cool stuff we want to put together. much work will be put into this. We're hoping within a month or two it will be up and running.

So Heatrock Hellfire Spitter pt 2 is complete. If you choose to participate, list the name of cd/ep you are doing to avoid two doing the same. We have cds and tshirts to give away to participants.

I would be able to host and provide server information for admins here if that would help.

Yo, Book of Satan that shit's played
My book of flows rewrote anarchy
Cook book, show you ten ways to cook a goat
Illicit drugs cooked at home
I'll put in work
My verse is pin pull ?? that cook that coke
Send me to hell, I'm not shook to go
I'll retract your roof like Toronto stadiums and push in domes
Fuck a hook for dough
My hook'll blow, with the hawk and fish hook your throat
Drag you offstage and book a show
Silence the lambs and put gypsy ?? than a dead hookers ??
I tweak out, hit you with the coked out buzz
Mask on like cobras and ? ??
I blow out heads, get high off the hot smoke out snubs
Headcase, but my mouth devour that throw out slugs
Burn a stretch out the van we ??
Smoke your whole house up, I'll pop lead
Put you in the bed you can't role out of

[Hook 2x]
Black massive cult, children of the sun
Killer with the tongue
Till the gas is filling up my lungs
Black massive cult, children of the sun
Fixing up a buzz
Two different liquids in the blood

Faces come out in the rain when you're the strangest
We got flashlights they use to land planes with
Ductaped to the top of the stainless
So in the dark when we raiding your crib it's something like aliens came it
Rappers should of brought metal kennel cages
Cause these kids is antelopes in the ring with a ??
One fire bar, I'll split his wigs back like hairpins
Gat and careless
The front door, I'm kicking it back ??
You get lifted up your stairs backwards, like an automatic chairlift
My crew high, like we all strapped to airlifts
Brought so many rappers beds, I feel like a matress salesman
Master ??, I'm sick, rap with ailments
Fuck what fabric slacks I'm wearing
I'm in a desert like a dingo in Australlia, tripping on that cactus ceiling
A lot of these cats is rats with tails clipped

[Hook 2x]



Edited 12/3/2013

a few corrections are needed

yep, I hear it too. Thanks Nightmare. I have more to post too, I still have to finish Belial either today or tomorrow. Heatrock pt 2 is finished. I want to get all the newer stuff first before I backtrack all the old Progresso stuff.

Bought so many rappers beds, I feel like a matress salesman

looking thru again I'm pretty sure its Brought

Yo, Jak Parsons, Woodford, kush burn
Not a shook nerd, I look irked
I am not a shook nerd
Cook work, pestilence pusher
Decapitate and laminate the heads of hookers
Rob his house, pull the drawer string of the hood first
Climb master stock and pull doper than Bronx junkies
When I pop these bloom, pop these blues
Need to be medicated, my head is like Romper Room
I've been writing raps since Rocky 2
Been spitting since my Uncle Vincent
was on a bridge giving fittings for cement blocks as shoes
Ox chop your throat, cops shot for dough
My trunk saggin, bump a dragon, we copt a lot of chrome
Our drivebys will drop top your home
Guzzle roids down, I'm raping your squeezes moist mouth
My room soppin moist towels, toys out
My camp open fire like boyscouts
Smoke your Rolls-Royce out
I'm starving, I should be given Goyns pounds

I snatch bitches like perfumes
Serve you I'm out, both burners is out
And I burst through from snout
You've been dead for so long the oil ran dry
Electric shut and curtains was down
Cops came, they could see their breath circle the house
Worst murder in town
The whispers in my ear
I'm their servants, but we're working it out
You're that little bird in the open mouth of a crocodile
My flow 80's Reagen crack rocks and viles
My bars is homicidal
Like hostiles, it's ??
Give your girl a black dahlia smile
I'm higher than smoking a blunt in the cockpit
With acid dropped in the eye
I start relationships, put them under the basement steps
Then lock em inside
Spars, hands stop oxygen lines
I'm Paul Bernardo, charming
My trunk got work in a dead ?? side



Edited 12/3/2013

So I'm able to host it. Any ideas for a domain name. Would mods here be okag with us collab tommake it. I'd either link to these forums if staff permits.

sounds cool. jak's lyrics are definitely worth taking the time to type out. i imagine some of the non-american members would find it extremely useful. good idea. if its done well, i would probably tag all of my jak mp3s with the lyrics.

on another note, im going to try to sound as little like a fucking fan-boy as possible, but damn... name ONE rapper that is killing it like jak this year. jak remains one of the most interesting underground rappers ive happened to stumble on in my digital travels. he kills the horror theme and his "psychodelic" (b23) era was bananas. all "themes" aside, he is creative and a hell of a writer.. which many rappers are not nowadays.

I'm almost thru with BELIAL, I think I'm killing it to be honest, missing some words here and there, but overall it's coming along nicely. 2 eps down..Gonna get the 2012-2013 eps done first.. it will take awhile though, I was hoping to get help, if anyone else is good with this. I'll post the rest of belial when im finished.

oh and a very dope line I never really paid attention to, till i typed it out:
"I used to spit at events, shook from pill bottles, barely dropping lines
On acid and both nostrils white"

So crazy cause it's true hahahaha

I sell art, spit for cash, straight for chems
Box and bag dope, obnoxious asshole
I go ham in a bloody doctor's labcoat
Smoked out like Robert Randall
New World Order, don't sleep, that shit has not been canceled
That's why I on the church, heavy a verse with glocks to handle
Columbine locker slam, lock the lab though
I'll be in the rocks with the bean like teens in swat and camo
And I don't hate, I clap at the stars
Fuck gats, I'll run and fetch the axe from the barn
Chainsaw rip gore and hack him apart
Icepack as a heart
You can't run up in my house for my stash, I trap from my car
Any level you on I'm on other, my heat I call it God's thunder
Barrels like red wood law, chopping large lumber
These kids is a school of squids, arm suckers
Dust em off like a arm butler
If he's my amputee twin, I got the arms brother
Hands on, spittin, in the kitchen
Hands on mitten, on mixing paint and what my grandpa's sippin
My camp on sick shit, make nunchucks out of two tampons swinging
I hang around bugged out skaters like Antwuan Dixon
My skin I got ants on, I get around weapons
I'm like Thing, my hand start twitching
Crawling on shit ripping, blast on bitches
I even blast on bitches

[Hook 2x]
I haven't heard a worthy enough challenger yet
With a knife, hatchet, magnum, a tec
I'll put your scalp to the back of your neck
Fragments of your melon will splash the front row like a Gallagher set
Blood shoot out, splatter and jet

I'm a lion, you a butchered ribcage
When I go in your crib I clip everything
Dogs, cats, guinea pigs, and kids shanked
Not a witness, I'm flipping the fish tank
Getting that piff stank
Whirl in them tucked under ratchets
Roll up on your mans if he got that bundle of packets
While he up in his whip, unbuckled and backing
Hit him in his head twice
Shit himself from his muscles relaxing
My raps are band in jacks and puddles of cat pee
My car trunk, stuffed with more skins than a Bourn party
My Christ of thorned scarred me
The hogs on me, after I bury those lovely bones in a cornfield like George Harvey
We can kick it but I'm kicking from the corpse on me
Assassin to the republic
Glove grip, box of slugs
Fill up clips, glock, dump it
In your head, to the brim like it's a bucket
Busted, till you hear clicking like Captain Hook when the croc was coming

[Hook 2x]

(The law high executioner is always looking for a man to execute, and the law says his bride must go too.)

Some of these kids is getting bagged tonight
You got swag, pushing jag and white
Fuck pushing wigs back, I slant em right
These two mags with holographic sites
Will put him in the air suspended like a dragonfly
I'll latch your head off
Pack it in a bag of ice
Put it in my fridge so I can talk to it night after night
Gunner rooms length, I'm rolling your head like a toothache
Wilkes Booth aim, I turn you to the man with two brains
I'm spaced out, from shroom eighths
?? ?? ??, delivery grotesque like nightmare on due dates
On my front porch, piff torch and glock close
Give your forehead two breathing horses nostrils
You'll just be another body the coffin swallows
I'm a horseman, four door bronco
You sleepy, I send lead, headless all them hollow
Hawk your top, uncork your bottle
And front on me, any man fry will walk tomorrow
Rap ain't really my sport no more
Them brunettes I stalk and follow
Black coat trench buck knife, extra clips and barrels
These anarchistic soldiers sold out like William Powell
I'll gag you with a sock and strips of towel
Split your scalp, slit you new lids with scalpels
Simmon site, double lens like lids of owls
Holstered in a tree on a limb, on a limb
Turn your limbs to Alpo
I'm gas can'n and flaming, every kid claiming they king like Alpo
Been spittin since before I pissed on ?? like the shit in ??

(Die with a degree of dignity.  Don't lay down with tears and agony.  There's nothing to death, it's just stepping over into another plane.  Don't, don't be this way.)

"Yo,  zoofed out.  fuckin' blood is lead man."

Yo, blotter art, I rip bladders apart
Edged with subject, rep the Covent
As the horror bomb, threat the public
Fans with P.S.I helmet plugins
Protective lens's busted
In convalescence, mescaline puppet
Genetics fucked with, in the lab
Experiment with mustards
Synthesize human experiment
My sweat's a psychedelic substance
Vision quest, set up tents at the edge of summits
My trip peaks intense, eyeballs combusted
My tentacles stretch to the sun, edges touching
Fuck rap, I drown my ex like nothing but stress reduction

(Nobody joins a cult.  Nobody joins something they thinks gonna hurt them.  They join a religious organization, you join a political movement, and you join with people that you really like.)

You gassed, like me cut your ribs some vents
Burn kids to death
I turn rivers crimson red
I'm twisted, my face of hip-hop like mugshots of heads on crystal meth
My crib's a mess, the floor of my kitchen, pentagrams enscriptions etched
You fuck with me I'm on you like an Argentina curse, witches hex
One day I flipped, woke up, heard a whisper
Got out the whip, zipped the vest
Went in class high from the spliff dipped in wet
So my eyes was chinky, shooting like Virginia Tech
Left liver's lead
If we met again, I'd dig him stretched
That full forced wicked breath
I'll put out your cigarette
Fuck who's bigger than
Mask on like Victor hit his set
Hit his set, mask on like Victor I hit his set

"Yes, Yes, I am O.T.O.  Batch of homemade Absinthe birch.  Composed ?? ??.  Celebrating the wonders of moth scale and peyote.  We perform a lengthy divination.  It's the Whitesite Parsons. Jak."

Yo, Anything said spoiled wretched, Hash Oil said it
Your eyeballs peel like boiled eggs skin
Your loyal henchman, get buried in soil headless
I don't give a fuck what set ?? ??
My soul headed right for ?? your heaven
My EP releases, no baggies needed
Tin foiled heroin
Sippin that sprite and turquoise medicine
You and you're mans trash, I'm better than
Flash back like Nam veterans
Wait, I flash back like reminisce of mescaline
Wait, I flash back like cameras flashing out of a relfective lens
Try to market mine, American psycho dropped chainsaws down apartment flights
I'll leave you slumped over your armrest ?? clinched to your chest, arms and thighs
Me and Veto rolling around your hood like we can't find a place to park the ride
I'm odd, not in rap for the bars and pride (fuck that)
Dead groupies from the Bronx found water logged in Señora in the harbor's tide
My raps is like punches, armed with knives
The way I stab your face up, you'd think I was carving ice
I cut like a wood carver, slicing through your flesh like Gillettes through a wet shaman white
Half beast half human ??
I boggle minds
You killing me, not tonight
You plain, I got some stripes
I used to spit events, shook from pill bottles, barely dropping lines
On acid and both nostrils white

[Hook]
Jak Whitesight Parsons, the darkest, fuck a chorus
Slit the horse's throat, jump aboard it, hour of Horus
Thelemite spirit, travel, floors lift
This is all [Boris?], magician, gore shit

Jak Whitesight Parsons, the darkest, fuck a chorus
Slit the horse's throat, jump aboard it, hour of Horus
Thelemite spirit, travel magician, floors lift
This is all [Boris?], gore shit

I'm talking get high, money, violence, coffins and chrome pounds
Anyone else who is spittin that heat blows now
It's Jak that built that rickety old house
Hello crowd, it's Jak Tripper for governor, vote now
Breaking dope down, cocaine lines
Amphetamine mainlined
I'm unable to slow down
Learning disable, quick to zone out
I'll battle for no dough down
Cause I love being broke, but leaving rappers broke down
At bars I'm creaping hoes out
I'm not trying to move coke out
I form cults like Jones, relocating whole towns

Burner to your beancake
Lazerbeam range
Banana split your wig three ways
Walker crematorium
Bodies I catch and cremate
Dim bulbs, bullsky lodges where the beast stays
I'll leave you facedown in the sand, flies and fleas came, gutted
Insides left outside on a beach day
I'm where the thieves lay
There was so many unmarked sparking at your apartment, you'd think the D's came
Those skeezes you saw on my arm, E weight
Bellies full of bombs like D-day
They're under my house, decayed
You can smell the decay
I called out scenes, I want what ?? made
I congregate black mass
Shooting thru the ski, and the pusher's brief case
Fuck clubs, a bunch of posers like a Greek play
All I spit is heat flames, I'm starving
The appetite you don't feed sea grains
I'm on the grind underground digging ditches
Back whipped with my feet chained
Armed at the car, waving at your fam, that's a heat wave
Slide open the van door, heat aimed
Twelve deep, my whole team blaze
Let off like a gang of bats out a deep cave
Trees ketamine stained, I can't seem to keep the heat straight
I straight clean space in your attic with a large caliber .38
A creep offbeat, I cut up teens, I can make three eight
Vets we playin', finding fiends taped
Corpses smelling like cigarrettes at free base
My face on a magazine page
I want Garland Greene fame
I once wore a woman's head as a hat driving across three states
Paranoid 'cause of the sheet's strength
On the run from government psychics like Dreamscape
Put you to sleep on ice while the silence 9's give your dreams skates
I tweak, snap your hat beak straight
Replace your eyes with mirrors, send you to God's green plains
These punches are strong enough to lean weight
My swag made me a king that bitches fan and feed grapes

You think outside the box that rocks
I think outside and around it
Just think of Ken Casey on Mark Allens
The wrist court falcons
Flew over my own clock
No chemicals balanced
Lysergic paint bucket dumped on a corny role, I'll down it
Acid booked a flight, round trip, my mouth spit
Retarded like a downs kid
Crowds split, what comes out of my mouth's sick
Blood comes pouring out it
'Cause my tongue is like a waterslide with razors down it
The N.W.O. is close, heads better be grounded
I'm at the gunstore, dumbfounded
I got more straps than metal ounces
When the cow hits, you're face will look like I punched another mouth in
I know heads that make beats up in trap houses (yeah what up)
Don't ask for a feature, I'm on the couch ripped
Me and Veto, we cowboys, and bouted
Doing lines thicker than legs on trousers
Off asses of Kansas City strippers
We drag her up the stairs no outfit (bitch)

Albums I got a thousand
I lob off the head of anybody I'm in a bout with
Push in a stick, and make a candy apple out it
I'm on a bender, no jokes, I'm out like Ledger
Odder than Edgar, the great pretender, summer renter
I dyed my hair and put in dentures
Put in a bench work, put in torsos still wearing sweaters
In the fridge headfirst
You got a girlfriend I met her
My dog his name is Lenard
Wave to the neighbors and always send Christmas letters
Fake cable guy, my van white, no logo or letters
I'm in corduroys, N.W.A. shirts, suspenders
They won't catch on ever
I live in a gated community like Setford


Yeah, peace out
Black mass origin
Supercovent
J23 aluminus
Jak Tripper
Jak Progresso
Magic Man

BELIAL...