Grip Grand - Subject Matter lyrics

You know I slay mics like I'm supposed to They say I ain't nice? f** whoever you spoke to Whatever they told you The Rec is on deck like a boat shoe So don't get it twist like a corkscrew f** a battle rap, I'll battle-axe you I'll make you eat your words as fast as they can travel past your Adam's apple Matter of fact, catch a ma**ive fracture A malefactor that'll smash a rapper Flatter than a trash compactor I'm at my peak, you couldn't hear it and front I'm at the beach under the pier Holdin' a beer and a blunt We come from Cali where the livin' is tough That's why I sit in the truck and peep the ocean while I'm splittin' a Dutch To get my mind right Limelight, 20/20 hindsight Show these motherf**ers what I'd do to get a Klondike You tryna duck a rapper I'm screamin' "f** a rapper!" I kept the same subject matter 'cuz the subject matter I'm in the alley like a raccoon I roll a spliff up in the back room Listenin' to Black Moon When you da man if you was beastin' like a baboon But nowadays they only beef inside a chat room It's still a hustle for the greenbacks We out to cause a ruckus And housin' motherf**ers more than Re/Max Relax, spark an ellie I'm cool as Fonzarelli I got the ganja ready Seven days like Makaveli Yo, stop embarra**in' the snare and kick You softer than a pair of tits You're not a terrorist, you're a Sierra Mist That's why I keep my pen on fire mode Nobody can see me like their eyes are closed Shinin' like a pot of gold I should be carried on the shoulders of crowds My rhyme is deadly like a semi when it's spoken aloud I tell a s**er "Have a Coke and a smile" My name is Grip I been a problem ever since the day I spoke as a child...