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1.
Wrath 05:53
By the time I write this I'll feel differently, predictably I'll switch on some positions and you'll call it wicked trickery Who the fuck could the Ripper be? We don't know Jack I capture moments of thought with mad science on the track (Achoo) God bless, or is it salam aleham God dam, fail a test the congregation has to slay him Yeah that's the way we play em, peace be with you if you say it right But I'm a lonely stoner and I stay sinning, day and night Buning bush told me I should make a rap album I think the heat got to him, it's time for me to salve him I don't know anything, at least I know that Did God write the Bible? Cause he didn't get paid crap Oh snap, mutherfuckers get offended suck my ass Live right, learn, change, relive, review and then react And you can retort if can get a mic a spit a track Everything is natural suffering and nothings really fact Ohh lemme bring a bit a rature Jesus is delayed cause I think he got capture By priests touching boys during Islamic jihanding Muhammah somewhere beating down the soul of bin laden Siva and Mara see we got destruction on lock Confuscious say we're fine, but Confucsious said a lot I say stop thinking that we aren't naive beginners Time for New World Orders cause we know we're all sinners  ~ In dark times I feel like wrath is all I have ~ The dark side offers me strength, it calls me back ~ Embark child, hurry for fear is all around ~ If anger is falling forward, fear is falling down ~ I'm really more numb than I'm wrathful ~ I ain't into sodomy, but y'all can get an ass full ~ Cross me, I'll smash through, every fucking egg in all your baskets ~ Drastic; testicles and ovaries get ass kicked ~ Ass holes better change their tactics ~ Jack The Ripper smashit, pop you like your chap stick ~ Find the most vital part of your backbone and snap it ~ Steal the beat that you were supposed to rap on and attack it ~ Show you mutherfuckers some fast shit, spit it get and lit and don't pass it ~ Crackah on the mic trying act like he tight, writing that badass crass* shit (*look it up)~  What you angry at bitch? "Daddy fucked a stranger ~ And mommies all sad" – really: I'm in love with anger ~ I know it's fear, Yoda's like my fucking Jesus ~ "Do or do not", fuck me trying to believe shit ~ Physics has you breathing, and it caused all sin ~ And it's kind of my choice when I'm angry within ~ Please forgive me, I'm repenting to my self ~ Got a God complex when I toast to my health ~ But we do what we want and we prey/ay in our brains ~ And I'm sorry if you're angry that we don't think the same ~ But I'm not wrong, 'cause every time I test, facts are true ~ If you can say the same for how your brain explains the world to you ~ I accept.....but if it half ass ~ I hope ignorance is bliss for you, for me it causes wrath and ~ In dark times I feel like wrath is all I have ~ The dark side offers me strength, it calls me back ~ Embark child, hurry for fear is all around ~ If anger is falling forward, fear is falling down ~ Giving your life to God is the same as selling it to the devil ~ Not a sheep to your shepherd, I'm a lone wolf rebel ~ I love the ones I love, but don't consider them on levels ~ We're all atoms, preachers mad at him, they know he's too clever ~ With an answer for everything because I fucking think ~ I'm in search of all the options and the mutherfucking sink ~ While you lie and try to keep them ignorant from the truth ~ I'll be battling against it with my heat up in this booth ~ Hidden in your mind, the fourth dimension is time ~ And the only heaven I know is an afterlife of rhyme ~ "What you mean?" You heard Biggie recently, because he died ~ Still he manages to be heard more than most people alive ~ If you see me in my headphones I ain't on your fucking planet ~ I'm in heaven, don't talk to me twat, cause I won't understand it ~ I'm a mutherfucking bandit pissed off at your closed mind ~ I will knock you down and hang you out to dry. Clothes/Close line. ~ And fuck the stupid ass hook, cause I don't really like it ~ Fuck your raps, but no offense, cause you ain't really write it ~ And fuck education, its just diplomas with some letters ~ I take Ivy league classes so I can say they ain't no better ~ Y'all suck, we're all fucked, tell 'em tough too bad ~ Is it rough, are you stuck, does it make you real sad? ~ Well cry about it bitch, or lie about it bitch ~ So you can try smile 'fore you die about it bitch ~ And not to ruin living, but what's the fucking point? ~ You love to smoke weed? They'll take away your joint ~ You love a sunny day? The clouds will make it rain ~ Pleasure is more temporal than suffering and pain ~ Buddah got enlightened, ate some shit, and died ~ Moses stopped egyptians, so then the Germans tried ~ Violence causes violence in Israeli's Palestine ~ While Jesus says as long as you say "sorry" then it's fine ~ Bitch so I'ma do these rhymes, and Osama you can try ~ To make Fox News enable you as you terrorize ~ But I ain't scared of nothing, and believe in what I sense ~ Usually I teeter on the mutherfucking fence ~ Cause everything I do, there's really no use ~ The Mayans said we die in 2 0 1 2 ~ Nostradamus he'd be souped, and the rapture's coming true ~ Obama seen as antichrist, with bitten apple clues ~ And maybe all these crazy lines might get me in the news ~But while they blame and blame I'll love the one's I fear I'll  loose ~ Because I know my goal in life is live it while I have it ~ Anger is withdrawal and we're all pleasure addicts ~ In dark times I feel like wrath is all I have ~ The dark side offers me strength, it calls me back ~ Embark child, hurry for fear is all around ~ If anger is falling forward, fear is falling down ~ That's why we're so wrathful ~ Cause we can't admit the truth ~ And if you have a problem with my verses ~ Fuck you
2.
Sloth 03:46
Head up in the smoke, 'cause I'm daily toking Roll like da ocean, flow like potion I know that I'm high, I understand the costs So go ahead and call my ass a sloth (just screww it) I know everybody loves that So I go and do the same and chop and screw the damn track  I know, I know errbody love dat So I go and do the same and chop and screw the dayum track You found out what'll sell you're fucking raps So you go and do the same thing and copy other cats It's a way to play the game but it's lazy, it lacks The originality needed for me to like your raps I ain't saying you can't allude, in fact I think it's rude To not be biggin’ up the people who influenced you Stay classy, borrow an idea, but don't match me 'Cause I'll just make a new trend...you could never pass me I don't copyright shit, go ahead and steal my lines But you’re sloth ass can't even keep up half the time I'm not worried, I'm the factory of what you steal You can't jack my swagger cause the swagger Jack wields is real Weird is what we call the things that might be cool tomorrow now I prefer being different, your crowd gets herded like you're cows You'll be murdered like you're foul, you don't have your own tastes You can't create 'cause you don't have what it takes so you take While I do something new and they call me crazy You clone their style so I call you lazy And if you start to follow me they call me a boss But you can't keep up, you're a sloth Yeah bitch, laziness is a sin And lying isn't, shit at heaven's gates it gets you in I'm just blazing with my friends, yet these bitches criticize You're sober but so what? You ain't done shit with your lives (OOO) They tell me that I can't be productive if I get high Unless the pharmaceuticals package that shit and then it's fine 'Cause the crackahs get their dimes, and the housewives their fix So the man can keep the bitches on the pill and on his dick And I don't mean birth control...they tell us that we're sick And we need their medication so they sell us all their pricks See I see it all as matter and the way it interacts We're high on oxygen and sugar, nitrogen and fat Tetrahydra cannabinol does not make you lazy Society say it does, but I'm not, so that's crazy ‘Cause I hit the bong daily, you wrote a song lately? I make my matter matter, drug matter doesn't make me The maddest hatter’s greater than these mutherfuckers faking Cause nature made the human mind amazing at making Nothing is unnatural, there's no such thing as wrong Hum your own tune to make a true song, don't be lazy While I do something new and they call me crazy You clone their style so I call you lazy And if you start to follow me they call me a boss But you can't keep up, you're a sloth Head up in the smoke, 'cause I'm daily toking Roll like da ocean, flow like potion I know that I'm high, I understand the costs So go ahead and call my ass a sloth (screww it) I know, I know errbody love dat So I go and go and chop and screw screw the dayum track  I know, I know errbody love dat So I go and do the same and chop and screw the dayum track....
3.
Envy 03:44
I see a bit of me in my enemies More often than I see myself in friends of me If you can better me you threaten my identity But never identically could you emit my energy There's no potential, yet I'm still defensive, flow kinetically So you know I'm superior and rhyming so prophetically But really I'm pathetically just jealous of you all Because you're more handsome, more charming, more tall Or maybe you flow better, no chance, looking at me showing off You think you know shit? you don't know jack, looking at me going off Is that yo bitch, mine is better, look at me hoing-off You're rhyming is a…little behind mine, and your flowings off Shut up Jack, what a fucking know it all Everytime he hits the track theres gotta be a show involved Jealous of the fellas with the power and the fame Some sinners trade their soul for an hour in the game And loose it in a minute still I'm trying to get up in it Cause someone said we're racing and they said that I'm not winning Where's the finish line, am I in last, when was the beginning Compare yourself to others, and you'll end alone and sinning Wait what? My head is spinning, can I ever be the best If I'm the best at being bad, then I'm the worst at good I guess Had to make a choice, rhyme dirtier, flow cleaner I see you green with envy, I swear that I'm greener I'm jealous of pop song hooks I'm jealous of the fame, I wonder what it took I gotta do the same, it's a matter pride The grass is always greener, on the other side I'm jealous of hip hop beats I'm jealous of the medias control over me I gotta act proud, let the envy hide The grass is always greener, on the other side I'm jealous of your best friend I'm jealous that the dead people know about the end Which is mightier? The strike of the sword or the pen Cause I gotta get it write or I'll bore them all again To the Left, To The Left, where's Ne-Yo, tell him write the hook Step by step, I need an album movie and a book (Then I'll) tell my friends to look….now are you impressed? I made a concept album, did I do it best Its the seven deadly sins and they're getting me I've be told, I know I'm my worst enemy As I get old, there's new ways I'm offending me Now hot is cold, it's all disordered entropy Can't you see the grass greener Glass half empty, but it tastes cleaner Cash he got plenty, happiness less Only feels envy, gotta be the best Science tells me natural selection sets the direction Of a population, driven by elections of erections Society is similar it's trends are born then die I want the F A M E only God knows why I want to do it richeously I wriggle and I writhe I'm fighting for attention but don't want to seem to try If the glass ain't full, it's empty Until you see there's no you and me, we envy Can't you see the grass greener Glass half empty, but it tastes cleaner Cash he got plenty, happiness less Only feels envy, gotta be the best
4.
Greed 03:37
The world is not enough for me To me every vote counts, and I only hope to please We're begging or we're sucking up, but always on our knees I require your desire, your love is what I need But I can't get enough, more than gluttony it's greed Find me bugging like a fiend, not fronting I'm being real What I'm itching for with greed is nothing you see or feel But mentally you can sense it, on guard like you're fencing Pause like you're pensive, calm and collective Try and be sensitive, this tension, it can haunt ya Try to please 'em all and then you'll form a fame monster And now they don't want ya, the advertising company'll flaunt ya Then hang you out to dry like dirty laundry To hide ya. Getting big money, it could harm me Because you think it's phony that the label pays an army To say my shit is dope, when you know it's cut with industry But not having you love my music it could be the end of me Like puddles with anemones, my flow is full of energy Clown fish are punch lines so your ears be friends with me   And now this is crunch time, that you hit play And if you say you think it's wack I think my lifetime drops a day And my heart skips a beat beat I catch up and bustle begging kneeling at your feet Then you say I'm not your style there's other fish in the sea But I need every monkey in the barrel to be loving me Yeah you could call me greedy, a sinner 'cause I'm needy My heart pumps pride but my jugular is bleeding Love is all that heals him, your desire he breathes  Everyone must love me I must be all your only precious...greed.... To me every vote counts, and I only hope to please We're begging or we're sucking up, but always on our knees I require your desire, your love is what I need But I can't get enough, more than gluttony it's greed Every person that I know, every atom that I see The world is not enough for me G R double E D for L O V E The world is not enough for me Don't tell me that I'm wrong, you said I had to dream I grew up in the era of the digital screens With digital means for networking the globe I never feel private, why not try and take control I do not live in fear, but with very high goals I see everyone as perfect so I have to have their souls I take them by them telling me they like me, that's it Shouldn't this inflated ego pop soon? I'm a prick I'm a dick, I'm a trick, I'm a mutherfucking monster and shit I'm a jerk, I know, and you like to be called bitch So the disses get a flip, and you think you're getting love Thats fine hunny, 'till you get a bullet tip shoved In your tummy tum tum, survive by any means Me wanting all you love, see it's imbedded in my genes But just because it's science dosn't mean it isn't real I deal with what I hear and smell and taste and sense and feel And I want it, I want it I'm mystified by existence, and she flaunts it We on it, we on it We sell ourself till you've known it and you want it And I want it To me every vote counts, and I only hope to please We're begging or we're sucking up, but always on our knees I require your desire, your love is what I need But I can't get enough, more than gluttony it's greed Every person that I know, every atom that I see The world is not enough for me G R double E D for L O V E The world is not enough for me
5.
Gluttony 04:18
Platinum, silver, diamonds and gold Plastic, rubber, aluminum and chrome Paper, made of carbon, cheese, nickel, zinc or dough Gluttony for matter, go and get you some, hoe Gimme the drive to survive, Mad Psy gimme beats Im'a gobble then regurgitate the heat Then feed it to the streets, gimme publicity Gimme fame gimme money gimme bitches in my sheets On a mission like the reaper to kill it so you people Feel it when you hear it, make you eat it out you speakers Eat it out, pussy, get deeper, ya glutton I spit and silence lambs turning sheep into mutton Yes I want it all and more, no fronting Need it like ideal Buddhist wants nothing Get something if you came for beef, I bet you wanna eat Saliva dripping off the platinum in your teeth And I ain't fucking convinced that that shit is something you need But... I ain't saying that I'm righteously deep, I'm rich bitch And so I got that chrome grill on my G 5 5 muthafucker cop impalas can't compete So I understand the desire to be hottest on the street And never modest on the beats, they'll eat you if your weak So you better get you're matter stacked, or at least speak Like you got it, hottest like carbon up in Nevada is Trying to get down to earth, but we don't know where the bottom is So we give lobotomies to try to steal their brains Someone starving right now while we fly on private planes That insane, but at least I ain't frontin' see And all of us are guilty of some gluttony, it's fucks with me... Platinum, silver, diamonds and gold Plastic, rubber, aluminum and chrome Paper, made of carbon, cheese, nickel, zinc or dough That's Gluttony for matter, go and get you some, hoe They stalling, they starving, I'm hoarding, I'm balling They calling me fraudulent, gambling all in We're falling, we need to find a cushion for our tushes But I'ma get it first cause I'll shove away your pushes That's how we've be doing it since primordial ooze and shit So I don't see why losers now are loosing it when loosing it Go crazy when they're too lazy perusing it to take the shit The winners go and break some shit, and take some shit, to make some shit At least that what the crackers did, and all the other predators Carnivores, eat up all your meat  and now you want some more They said fuck you, tell em fuck em right back Use they own medicine on them, steal and jack Vic and stick, shit when planet earth is screaming, space is silent Everything is suffering and violence causes violence If you need meaning in these words, then grow your brain and find it While I'll be working on my timing on my rhyming, staying grinding like diamond on a saw tooth blade I'm raw and too crazed, you all are too dazed That's why you can't be keeping up with all this that I say Bitch Everything decays, I only own my brain And I'm smarter than you kids so I'ma stay Rich Cause every time this plays, and someone hears a phrase I'm immortal even if I'm in my grave Ditch So you can dig it deeper, but I'ma keep on creeping in your brain And on this planet till I save It Platinum, silver, diamonds and gold Plastic, rubber, aluminum and chrome Paper, made of carbon, cheese, nickel, zinc or dough Gluttony for matter, go and get you some, hoe The Mu-Mu-Muny make us apes act funny I see monkeys act a donkey, so Jack act a bunny Hop on my hapa honey, they blame exoticification  But I just think she's a sexy atomic conglomeration With a soul– which I can't explain as a product of nature But I know that awareness is why I love conversation Repetition is the way of education I commodify my lectures, iTunes replicates them Big J, Mr. Capitalization Packaged up the raps, send the tracks across the nation Tell em it's okay to have materialization As long as it's your art, and you ain't just being complacent Give money, get money, pay ya dues true If you're feelin' yaself, pause, then do you And do you ‘till you come hard If it ain't enough, get some dog, gluttony
6.
Lust 03:38
How could this be wrong? We've listened for too long Who's rules are these, can we move on? How could this be sinning I swear I loved you from the beginning You've glistened for too long Lust found love now how could this be wrong? I believe your body's sacred But that don't mean you can't play wit it I wanna spend the day with it Cuddled up in a warm summer rain with it Don't...don't rush, I know it's just a crush But.... I might find love Hidden deep in your ... lust Don't rush, it was just a crush But I wouldn'ta found love if I hadn't found lust Don't rush, but hush the fuss When lust is just love with some extra thrust It's a must, lust, we getting it on True lovers don't stop at the break of dawn Energizer bunny hunny yeah my love It keep going More than BP oil in the gulf it keep flowing Going beep beep deep concentration on your curves Round your body, in your mind, and on your tongue and with your words No rubber gas mashed get the burn on girl Hit your blinker, think you’re bout to get your turn on girl  Indicate it, never hate it, we fight because we're scared That the next time we go to sleep you might not be there My lord... 143 I lust you, thus sinners are we 1 plus 1 makes two I agree But 1 over 1 is still a singularity Me plus you love true I agree So you over me ain't nowhere I'd rather be Hush the fush, and cut this damn mushy stuff But don't be prejudice against you're lust Some boys might shove, so avoid the are monsters But not letting love find you could haunt ya You know I want ya (Lust) But I wonder do you? They say it haunts ya Well for me it's true I lust, I lust, I lust, I lust to love you
7.
Pride 05:52
I did it for me, I do it for me Even if I do it for you, I'm just doing it for me Even if I do it for you, I'm just doing it for me I need to be proud so I do a good deed I need her to growl, so I move it like a steed I need you to play it, so I'm grovin' on this beat Nice to meet you I'm hott shit, the pleasures yours J A C K and I rap of course Better than the virgin mother With words I'm able to kill Cane and his brother Aiming and never stumble my treble as bass rumbles Your thumb in your bum–my lines rhyming double time, you're in trouble In need of a mad scientist to keep up with my raps Use an ivy league diploma, to wipe my ass Ooo he fast, ooo he crass, Jack a mutherfucking bastard He the type of cat saying on tracks that he’s got rap mastered “Play that crackah back brah” Jack'll toe tag and bag it Keeping it zip-zip lock fresh, Jack rabbit be Hopping so hip and I'm proud of the shit That's why you'll hear me play it real loud in whip That's why you hear me claiming that I got rap mastered Jack's that bastard but play his shit blasted Hopping so hip and I'm proud of the shit That's why you'll hear me play it real loud in whip I'm smarter, more original, passionate and faster Jack that bastard but play that shit blasted Co.Z mutherfucker Biggest thing for you since your dad fucked ya mother Raw dog, all up her shit, no rubber Gross, I wish she coulda popped out another Your host, this evening, none other than the best Yes the way I spit it clearly puts me high above the rest Don't contest, check it, we see that this crackah must be blessed 'Cause if money's really dirty Jack a mutherfucking mess Thanks mom! In an AMG, puffing on a blunt iPhone urban dictionary looking up stunt With my 500 horses and even more torque I'll be laughing at a turbo range rover sport But I didn't design it or build it, I drive it, so I ain't gunna claim the car's my shit But I did get into college, I do make songs, and now everybody wants to fuck my chick So I got some pride bitch, try to keep it private But this kid is the mutherfucking shit and can't hide it Your girl wants to try it, she said like my hair And she digs the dick size, but I don't hear or care So you ain't gotta be scarred, unless you look in the mirror And don't you let me notice that you're wasting all my air 'Cause I'll do something 'bout it, don't you fucking doubt it Show my goons your picture tell 'em beat the shit out it Maybe I'll help, but I'll probably be busy with success If you're following my rap career I bet your ass impressed Mad Psyence on the beat, don't you love how we collaborate? I know you see the flow is solid, bitch I coagulate Look that shit up, get back to me, and congratulate Or else I'll feel I have to diss you 'cause you just had to hate Fans should learn the lyrics, rap along as if your Jack But I really made this song for me 'cause I just love my raps And I'm hopping so hip and I'm proud of the shit That's why you'll hear me play it real loud in whip That's why you hear me claiming that I got rap mastered Jack's that bastard but play his shit blasted Hopping so hip and I'm proud of the shit That's why you'll hear me play it real loud in whip I'm smarter, more original, passionate and faster Jack that bastard but play that shit blasted Fine fine I'll teach you how to rhyme Psyce, that'd be like teaching a fucking rock how to fly I could throw it, but you'd prolly only make one hit Unless you killed two birds, then still I'd  be the shit Caused I tossed it, you've lost it, you're songs are ghost writ I can see right through ya, call ya casper the bitch How do I do that shit? It's a secret Mad science on the beat, the Ripper spit the heat shit Uh you better believe it Leave a track six feet deep bitch I could rap and get money like I need it Get the fame in the game, I could lead it The reason why were cocky Is so the fans can rap along to the hot heat We all hate ourself a little, try to hide So why not be hidden by these mixtapes of pride And I'm hopping so hip and I'm proud of the shit That's why you'll hear me play it real loud in whip That's why you hear me claiming that I got rap mastered Jack's that bastard but play his shit blasted Hopping so hip and I'm proud of the shit That's why you'll hear me play it real loud in whip I'm smarter, more original, passionate and faster Jack that bastard but play that shit blasted

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This album is the first in a three part trilogy concept project featuring the discussion of the relations between religions and pop culture.

Inspired by seven popular sins, vocalist Jack The Ripper lets his words follow skeptical trains of thought, contemplating religious rule in the contemporary world, while The Mad Psyentist provides dark, exciting and musical instrumentals with complex drum patterns, saw blade synths and deep grooves.

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released May 1, 2012

Lyrics & Concept by Jack of Co.Z
Production & Mixing by The Mad Psyentist
Album Art by Michael Gray
Additional Vocals by Zoë of Co.Z

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Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist Brooklyn, New York

Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist are a hip hop duo with a grundy, alternative post apocalyptic sound. The pair are currently working on a trilogy concept project discussing the relationship between contemporary pop culture and religions. "The Seven Sins EP" & "The Five Pillars EP" are available for download now, with the final part coming soon. Lyrics by Jack of Co.Z, beats by the Mad Psyentist ... more

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