You know we don't pack heat, we pack the whole venue
You wanna grab the mic? f** that, I won't let you
I'm so special, the town oughta hold a parade
Explode with the pen, like I forgot to throw the grenade
This represent a least a pint of blood I poured on the page
Yeah, I'm a beast, so they keep my microphone in a cage
That's all I wanted to say
Your whole career is like 24 hours
You really oughta call it a day
You on the sidelines, I'm on the field callin' the play
Winnin' the game, I'm ‘bout to need a different name
Grip Gazillion…naw, f** it, it isn't the same
It's Grip Grand, clang-clang, like a prisoner's chains
I got it locked like the rock, told ‘em listen to Kane
Listen to G. Rap, G. Rip, Grip is insane
Like a lobotomy, I'm pickin' your brain, simple n' plain
I'm a dragon on the track n' all I'm spittin' is flames
So click-click, take a picture to remember me with
When I only had a couple gigs like a memory stick
I was already so incredibly sick
I'm like December 26th
‘cuz I'm broke, and I'll never be fixed
You know I ran up in the jam and
Then I told ‘em to freeze
I put the squeeze on MCs like accordion keys
This is the world according to me
A recording of me's more heat than
Two 45's like a quarter to three
By the time you hear this record
I'll be onto some next sh**
Hit the studio, cross this beat off of my checklist
Any reasonable offer accepted
But you want Grip for free?
Sorry, can't eat karma for breakfast
Call me PG&E, every line is electric
Something's wrong with your song and
I'm tryna correct it
It's the end of the line
But, yo, defeat never enter my mind
I only quit at the end of the rhyme