Grav - What lyrics

[Produced by Big Q] [Verse 1] No one can ever juice me, loosely, I rip slow Dug into your brain for unknown flow Some wish they could prevail, but against me, they'll fail Styles more shockin' than rain was fallin' on third rails 'Cause when beats beat streets concrete breaks on the feet To break down whole structures and leave most men weak If you scared of being buried in the catacomb Hold tight - these lyrics might bust your dome Ya now ease up! As I select the bro To punish with my raps and thrash his whole flow Scatter minds like code did digital data False entry in my cypher leaves n***as getting splattered [?] tried to bite rhymes and mouths got numb Start rottin' at their teeth and affects they gums Spread through their whole body leavin' punks for dead While real n***as take it in and it swells their head [Hook] So what? n***a, what? n***a, what? Watch this n***a GRAV take lyrics to their gut What these little b**h a** n***as really want? What, n***a, what? What, n***a, what? What? n***a, what? n***a, what? Watch this n***a GRAV take lyrics to their gut What these little b**h a** n***as really want? What, n***a, what? What, n***a, what? [Verse 2] From brain waves to vocal chords, the ear drum cavities The food chain of the thought process of GRAVity Mental growth is acquired when the farmer sow seed To penetrate my face and make ear drums bleed Of these fake n***as trying to bite off styles That were once buried deep inside of the X-Files Just a street n***a with sk**s to move the ma** Sportin' a Scully in this cold war to block weak rhymes Une street corner to the next, I flip complex text More maneuvers on the mic than Doctor Ruth with s** Sixty-nine or doggy style down to straight-up foreplay Got this rap sh** sewn up, yo what more can one say? Kinda tight right? Yo, lets spark sh** up tonight Lace gloves on my tongue so we can start a verbal fight Left hook from bu*ter lyrics, right hook from phat tracks To KO weak flows and make the streets react [Hook] [Verse 3] Now check, many brothers have often got lost Died when exposed to verbal holocaust Battle toss men and their mind out of wack [?] and fracture skull caps Show love to Gods on Earth to keep real The manifest on studios on two inch rails Hey yo, adjust the levels on a flight deck panel While I run these styles that's wild like jungle mammals While most n***as are blind and simply can find Styles buried deep in the sand-dunes of my mind A rarity to find such a n***a so nice The oasis in the desert where lightnin' struck twice Now see, I'm on the track to bless me Use rusty nails to crucify men who test me Anoint only the worthy with lyrical holy water The rest of the ma**es get slaughtered [Bridge] What? Ya know what I mean? Whatcha want son? Sparkin' it off like this You don't want none [Hook] [Outro] Like this, like this Like this, like that Like that, like this Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on From up town to Chi town The realm of the young dealers to infinity