Grip Grand - I'm High lyrics

You know we don't pack heat, we pack the whole venue You wanna grab the mic? f** that, I won't let you I'm so special, the town oughta hold a parade Explode with the pen, like I forgot to throw the grenade This represent a least a pint of blood I poured on the page Yeah, I'm a beast, so they keep my microphone in a cage That's all I wanted to say Your whole career is like 24 hours You really oughta call it a day You on the sidelines, I'm on the field callin' the play Winnin' the game, I'm ‘bout to need a different name Grip Gazillion…naw, f** it, it isn't the same It's Grip Grand, clang-clang, like a prisoner's chains I got it locked like the rock, told ‘em listen to Kane Listen to G. Rap, G. Rip, Grip is insane Like a lobotomy, I'm pickin' your brain, simple n' plain I'm a dragon on the track n' all I'm spittin' is flames So click-click, take a picture to remember me with When I only had a couple gigs like a memory stick I was already so incredibly sick I'm like December 26th ‘cuz I'm broke, and I'll never be fixed You know I ran up in the jam and Then I told ‘em to freeze I put the squeeze on MCs like accordion keys This is the world according to me A recording of me's more heat than Two 45's like a quarter to three By the time you hear this record I'll be onto some next sh** Hit the studio, cross this beat off of my checklist Any reasonable offer accepted But you want Grip for free? Sorry, can't eat karma for breakfast Call me PG&E, every line is electric Something's wrong with your song and I'm tryna correct it It's the end of the line But, yo, defeat never enter my mind I only quit at the end of the rhyme