Grip Grand - Paper Cup lyrics

Verse 1 (Grip Grand): White hot like pipe rock, I own the spot Don't touch the microphone—it's co*ked (Stop!) You can't draw with an empty holster! Let me show your Time as an MC's over My rhyme's a heavy load for Rappers. Dude, go back to your penny loafers Unload my soul on tape. Known to take ‘em out! Tight like a key in your rollerskates You gotta style but I know it's fake Lotta turf, tough work when I'm on the plate Thrown away, or saved for a snowy day Got a rhyme on deck like a stowaway! All night, and I'll stay On ice like I'm frozen OJ ‘Cuz, yo, it don't pay to run Tryin' to hold that heat, but it ain't a gun, and wait— Who's gonna take it? It weighs a ton! Got goals, and I stated ‘em—Rec League sold out the Palladium Hate me know, but later you'll thank me, son When the cops and Department of Safety come Disarmin' traps with my alarmin' rap Real smooth on the tongue like I'm armagnac I'm on some back and forth like ping-pong My brainstorm remains strong like Pac on “Same Song”! So rock your rings, shine, and gems. I'm like “So what?!” I write a rhyme with no pen in my own blood! Don't budge, about to blow up. Go for bucks Bustin' your coconuts! Such-and-such, he said that I'm much too much Just a touch of love, but enough's enough! What the f**? Duck when I blaze the cut! Y'all sk** can't fill up a paper cup! (Adlibs) Verse 2 (Percee P) Unavailable at this time (sorry, y'all) (Adlibs)