Grap Luva - Break the Mould lyrics

Hook: "I'm international", "Got to uphold the raw sh**" [Round 1] Yo' check it My writin' tight words I incite these herbs to bite Complex like walkin' through project streets at night Made a pact with God to uphold the raw sh** Don't flip, we gettin' rotations like buzz clips While you wait to react, I launch my attack from the ground up Right and exact like these tracks Hittin' on facts weavin' gold on wax Up late nights scribing these rhymes by candlelight Sodomites take delight in the words I recite Proceed to educate at the jam I stimulate Where I'm from got potential plus grabs in the barrel Holdin' people down longer than the grey pharaoh Makin' rows narrow so we achieve all goals See sights, watch dreams unfold quench the soul With the words I possess the story is told When I'm done creatin' this I got to break the mould Hook: "L-O-N-D-O-N" "Grap Luva, comin' straight from New York" {*scratches*} [Round 2] Yo, Avoidin' stress never take a life for chess Concidered blessed, movin' amongst the madness While protected plus I've been selected to bring wannabees to their knees Who be claimin' these It's a general thing My status, seven stars My M-16 is these sixteen bars Third eye open, refuse to scribe foolishness Usin' this to project word sound (connect the power) Get respect lead these seeds by example Like a tree in growth I keep my roots ample Your mind's a corridor darker than, full of confusion I come with remedies that crush all illusions Yo, I write my rhymes one day at a time Average cats bite styles ( better off bein' mines) With these lines I possess my story is told Biters, they getting bold so I breaks the mold (Here we go) Hook: "L-O-N-D-O-N" "Rap murder, comin' straight from New York" {*scratches*} [Round 3] Highly unlike any other cats on mics I mesmirize as these beats and rhymes (they take flight) When in rhyme fights inspired by my tight flow Astute attribute, bound to win, place in show But I'm no race horse, forget whippin' up on me Get your wolves and your meager army theres no harm in me Listen made your stash from no giggas and pimp hats We don't pop sh** to leather gems while they b**h Pull their car quick They ungrateful an' slick If they weaker then their flows then your flow ends quick Slack jaw cats with no facts always complain Subliminal beats won't work (call my name) Still the Y.S.B. crushin' flies so swiftly Brothas won't know you as a true emcee (Rather intense b) That's how my story is told My soul was never sold because I broke the mould Hook: {*scratches*}