Grip Grand - 96 Tears lyrics

Verse: I'm comin' back still starvin' like the depression This sh** is depressin', rap is in a recession At every session Known to shut ‘em down like When slugs fly, doves cry—this is what it sound like Who wanna battle Grip? You say that your mic is a cannon? Well, mine's like the whole f**in' battleship Extravagant, rappers get lost—it's like “Labyrinth” Hazardous, hungry on the mic? No, I'm ravenous! Slide up in the cut and I slice ‘em like radishes Savages! Get up again like young Lazarus Tell me I should get to the point? I spit javelins Well known for rollin' up stoned like Mick Jagger is Ain't that a b**h? I'm it, and you never is Hirin', firin'—this is my severance This is my Everest. High? I'm like heaven is! Treacherous! On the block droppin' like Tetris Entertainin' like Cedric, big in all measurements Pullin' out the microphone quick with no hesitance The first one to switch up his flow—there's no precedent A brand new kind of sick—there's no test for it Live from Broakland where I am the sole resident We can take it out to the curb and go settle it Or we can take it out to the curb and go peddle it The mixtape is comin' in first like gold medalists Give ‘em like a hundred bars, I'm so generous Spit like a cobra except I'm more venomous When I'm in the booth I'm showin' ‘em no friendliness Leave ‘em with a heart-shaped hole and a cold emptiness Theft is just a permanent loan with no interest Squeeze the microphone like I'm holdin' a four-fifth and just Bucka-bucka-ba-blau! The style's so ridiculous! Gifts like Saint Nicholas, b**h—it ain't Christmas Shinin' like Mr. Clean, I'm so Listermint Not Special Ed, but I'm the magnificent Start it, I finish it. Pardon my penmanship A-Team, all in your face like Dirk Benedict Thanks, but don't mention it Rappin's my job—I'm so into it, and our relationship is so intimate Try a lil' tenderness I'm always hurtin' somebody's feelings, ‘cuz all of these guys are real sensitive Hey, you're not fresh—what the f** is your style for? I'm sorry, but the truth is inconvenient like Al Gore Grip known to give ‘em that Golden Age vintage rap For the babies—start ‘em on it young like it's Similac Been a mack, close range, spray like a mini-Mac Don't wear a chain—no cable, no Cinemax Send it to the label and I hope they don't send it back… Put it in the number one spot like it's handicapped Hand me that mic, I'ma k** it like “Handle That” All the time spent sweatin' bullet shells in the lab… The best motherf**in' ca**ette your deck ever have “You call this an album?” No, it's y'all epitaph! If you don't know about the Rec, then you better ask Screamin' out “f** everyone!” like I'm Everlast On the microphone, beat it up like a heavy bag Grip Grand, hard like a rock? I'm a Chevy ad! Lemme add, risin' to the top like a helipad Stop—Grip pick it up like a yellow cab I tried tell ‘em that I was on smash, and they jaw made of gla** like the shoe Cinderella had! Ain't have to go to Photo-Mat to develop that Felon rap. Step to the flow, get your melon cracked Grip been on hella tracks. This is not new to me The rhyme shine bright like this is my j**elery Quit your tomfoolery Snikkt!! I'm like Wolverine— Super-powered spitter like this is my mutant gene I'm takin' over the ship—it's like mutiny Had tapes back in the 80's like Brucie B Don't front! Flow serious like I'm Steady B Plus always bigger and better like Beni B Yellow flag down on the play? That's a penalty Let it bleed On the d-lo like a centipede Lemme breathe…need another clip, ‘cuz I emptied these All day, dazed and confused like the 70's Sail like the seven seas On these so-called MCs—I don't call myself sh** but the letter “G” Styles you could never see, kinda like camouflage All year in the workshop like I'm Santa Claus Grip, and I am the boss. Kept the hammer co*ked Rhyme book full of hot lead like an ammo box Can we talk about it like Alcoholics Anonymous? Ominous, study my dough like economists Broke like a promise is… Boy, I get deep! 20, 000 leagues under the sea like the Nautilus We like to party, but, b**h, it's not Carnival Change up the play like this is my audible This is my chronicle. It's almost time to go Grip known for makin' ‘em jump like Geronimo! All my flow's fire, so don't stand in front of me Send ‘em to the principal's office like Young MC Oh, no! It's gonna be a riot in here So get the cops and the firemen here on the double, G! Yeah! I'm the Double G—Grip Grand, the ultimate bad man So you should be glad there's just one of me Nasty as I wanna be, rappers can't f** with me 96 bars—what more do y'all want from me?!? (Adlibs)