Jesus walked on water, I step on blood from my enemies
Way above all the waves, 'cause they changing
Can't see no friends to me
Switching can't be the remedy, every move dignified
Part the ocean like Moses, up in the moment I'm wild
Up in the function I fight, fuck it up for ya night
Pull a couple homies up to kill a nigga on sight
I'm pulling up with a pipe, I keep my hands on the grip
The bouncer know I'm making music so he tell me don't trip (yeah)

Got a ripstick for 'em if he playing
Ain't no hop scotch, dip quick
Yeah I heard they spraying
If I ain't, I'm well connected with a homie on live
Got the whole thing captured if she send a message tonight (yeah)

This, my girl, my slut, my trick, my wife gon' wipe me down
I'm a piece of shit but this ain't hard to fucking' tell
You can see that I'm stuck on a shelf
Bulimic, I'm sick to my stomach
Stick, I'mma stick to myself
Flip on the beat 'til I vomit
This for the B.I
Lil ass nigga with a Jansport running 'round town bumping T.I
Screaming free my niggas
Can I, will I, this a rat race
Put your face to the ground with a brick and a bottle and a prayer for your mom
Burn the whole thing down
I'm so sick, sick, I go way up, way up, on my side of town

Got a ripstick for 'em if he playing
Ain't no hop scotch, dip quick
Yeah I heard they spraying
If I ain't, I'm well connected with a homie on live
Got the whole thing captured if she send a message tonight (yeah)

Look at that life I got, talk about it with the gang
Do a show to entertain, smoke a blunt to cure the pain
Got j shape denim, my flow so venom
I cheeked that pill, but oh god don't tell em (oh shit)
Back in the game sitting court side
On a short high from the coke that I thought I quit, like damn
'Bout to go back it up, I'm with Sam in the broke down Acura
The pigs pulled up, fuck do I have enough
To get away, might as well go and pack my stuff
Well, god damn ran away from the bullshit now
It's 2 A.M. and I'm outta town, I'm outta bounds
I'm dipping quick and ducking out
I snuck around and fucked around 'til luck ran out

Got a ripstick for 'em if he playing
Ain't no hop scotch, dip quick
Yeah I heard they spraying
If I ain't, I'm well connected with a homie on live
Got the whole thing captured if she send a message tonight (yeah)
Got a ripstick for 'em if he playing
Ain't no hop scotch, dip quick
Yeah I heard they spraying
If I ain't, I'm well connected with a homie on live
Got the whole thing captured if she send a message tonight (yeah)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 99 NEIGHBORS's "Ripstick" paint a vivid picture of a life of violence and crime, but also hints at a deep inner conflict and emotional turmoil. The opening line, "Jesus walked on water, I step on blood from my enemies," is a powerful and provocative one, suggesting that the singer is a modern-day warrior, stepping over the bodies of their defeated foes. The next line, "Way above all the waves, 'cause they changing," suggests a sense of detachment or isolation from society, as well as a sense of power and control over one's circumstances. However, the next line, "Can't see no friends to me," suggests that this sense of power and control may be accompanied by a profound sense of loneliness and alienation.

The rest of the song continues in this vein, with the singer describing their violent tendencies ("Up in the function I fight, fuck it up for ya night") and their willingness to resort to extreme measures to defend themselves and their crew ("Pull a couple homies up to kill a nigga on sight"). However, there are also hints that the singer is struggling with their own demons, such as the line, "I'm a piece of shit but this ain't hard to fucking' tell." The singer also admits to addiction ("Bulimic, I'm sick to my stomach") and suggests that their music may be a way of coping with their pain ("Flip on the beat 'til I vomit").

Overall, "Ripstick" is a powerful and complex exploration of the dark side of modern life, full of vivid imagery and stark emotional depth.

Line by Line Meaning

Jesus walked on water, I step on blood from my enemies
I'm ruthless and violent, taking the lives of those who cross me.

Way above all the waves, 'cause they changing
I'm above the influence and chaos of the changing times.

Can't see no friends to me
I have no true friends, only associates and enemies.

Switching can't be the remedy, every move dignified
I won't change my ways, my every action is deliberate and calculated.

Part the ocean like Moses, up in the moment I'm wild
I have the power to do the impossible, and sometimes I lose control.

Up in the function I fight, fuck it up for ya night
I bring chaos and turmoil to any event or gathering I attend.

Pull a couple homies up to kill a nigga on sight
I'll call on my associates to assist in violent acts and revenge.

I'm pulling up with a pipe, I keep my hands on the grip
I'm always ready to use a weapon and protect myself.

The bouncer know I'm making music so he tell me don't trip (yeah)
I have connections and influence in the music industry, which can protect me from trouble.

Got a ripstick for 'em if he playing
If someone tries to mess with me, I have a weapon (a skateboard) ready to use against them.

Ain't no hop scotch, dip quick
There's no time for games or hesitation, I'll act and react quickly and decisively.

Yeah I heard they spraying
I'm aware that my enemies may be armed and dangerous.

If I ain't, I'm well connected with a homie on live
If I'm not present, I have associates who can take action and communicate with me via social media.

Got the whole thing captured if she send a message tonight (yeah)
I have connections and can gather information and evidence quickly if needed.

This, my girl, my slut, my trick, my wife gon' wipe me down
I have a woman in my life, but I don't respect or cherish her enough to consider her my true partner.

I'm a piece of shit but this ain't hard to fucking' tell
I know I'm not a good person and I embrace that reputation.

You can see that I'm stuck on a shelf
I feel trapped and limited by my reputation and past actions.

Bulimic, I'm sick to my stomach
I have a problem with consuming and purging, possibly due to my inner turmoil and violent tendencies.

Flip on the beat 'til I vomit
I'll keep creating music until it physically exhausts me, maybe as a form of release for my emotions.

This for the B.I
This music is for my community and my experiences within it.

Lil ass nigga with a Jansport running 'round town bumping T.I
I'm small and seemingly insignificant, but I have a love for hip hop and a connection to a popular artist.

Screaming free my niggas
I have friends and associates who are in prison, and I want them to be released.

Can I, will I, this a rat race
I question if I have what it takes to survive and thrive in this chaotic and competitive world.

Put your face to the ground with a brick and a bottle and a prayer for your mom
I'll violently attack and humiliate my enemies, even in a way that could potentially harm their family.

Burn the whole thing down
I'll destroy everything and everyone in my path, no matter the consequences.

I'm so sick, sick, I go way up, way up, on my side of town
I have a twisted mentality and a love for violence, and I feel like a king in my own world.

Look at that life I got, talk about it with the gang
I have a flashy and violent lifestyle that I share and boast about with my associates.

Do a show to entertain, smoke a blunt to cure the pain
I use drugs and entertainment as a way to distract from my inner pain and turmoil.

Got j shape denim, my flow so venom
I have a unique and dangerous style, both in my fashion and music.

I cheeked that pill, but oh god don't tell em (oh shit)
I have a hidden addiction or struggle that I don't want my associates to know about, possibly even involving drug use or abuse.

Back in the game sitting court side
I'm back in the violent and dangerous lifestyle that I thrive in.

On a short high from the coke that I thought I quit, like damn
I'm struggling with addiction and have relapsed, feeling disappointed in myself.

'Bout to go back it up, I'm with Sam in the broke down Acura
I'll go back to my violent ways and possibly even ride in a car with a friend to commit crimes.

The pigs pulled up, fuck do I have enough
The police have arrived and I question if I can escape or fight them off.

To get away, might as well go and pack my stuff
I need to escape and possibly flee, and I don't have much to pack or take with me.

Well, god damn ran away from the bullshit now
I've had enough of the stressful and violent lifestyle, and I'm ready to escape it.

It's 2 A.M. and I'm outta town, I'm outta bounds
I'm far from my usual environment and have crossed boundaries in my escape.

I'm dipping quick and ducking out
I'm leaving quickly and trying not to be seen or detected.

I snuck around and fucked around 'til luck ran out
I've gotten away with violent and illegal activity for a while, but now my luck has run out.

just now