Let It Bang

I used to drink, smoke, cuss, stay blazed and shit
What am I sayin’? Bitch, I ain’t changed a bit
I’m still doin’ all them thangs, I ain’t changed the list
I got a jar of roach clips with my greatest hits
Now I’m back with a vengeance
I tell a rapper say my name
Grip Grand
Now use that in a sentence
Grip Grand’s attack on the track is relentless
Peasants! I bet you couldn’t even wrap presents
Raise the horns, legends ain’t made, they’re born
It’s a jungle out there and I’m agent orange
Rock, rock, y’all, Grip get the shit to crack
MCs freeze up and forget to rap
If you need the mic, better use it quick, I’ma smash it
Labels would be smart to get Grip, I’m an asset
I just tax it, go ‘til the breakdown
Don’t turn the bass down like a drug addict
I'm unstoppable, bet you heard that before
How come you rap like you never heard rap before?
Testify, y’all got a Hindenburg flow--that’ll never fly
Plus a CD I would never buy
So ease back when you see the kid
I eat rap, like, that’s what I need to live
The shit I hear nowadays is a fraud
I’ll have you know
I think the crowd at your show got paid to applaud
I got a plan, yo, don’t interfere
I told ‘em I don’t make music
I make poison that go in your ear
I kill a rapper with the flow, so ignore any noises you hear
That’s just the sound of your recording career
I been knockin’ so loud
I just about put my hand through the door
What the fuck I’m still standin’ here for?
You really need to let Grip in the game
The West Coast say the whole album bang like it’s "Quik is the Name"
Tell the doctors that I’m off of their charts
Dismantled so many mics
I make a new one outta all of their parts
I ain’t earnin’ the cash
Not even close, time to turn on the flash
‘Cuz, yo, it’s seemin’
Like a shot in the dark
Word up, you get caught if your rappin’ is weak
I could beat you in a battle without havin’ to speak
We could pass any test
Which track should I assassinate next?
Put a fuckin’ toe tag on the beat...