Grip Grand - Rec-Gambinos lyrics

Solid gold rhyme, God Allah Born Terrorize the beat, that's the art form Hear it in the street like a car horn Pardon us, all I see is other MCs who ain't strong enough And had to have me raise the bar for ‘em Y'all warned, this is our court All-sport, style wars Put it in the air like July 4th Rhyme off the head, but your time's off Forget it, par Grip's in the mix a lot, b**h, it's a seminar Sendin' our message to the opposite team When it comes to rap, click-clack, I'm a machine When it comes to tracks, I am obscene You know every motherf**in' rhyme shine like it's aquamarine You wouldn't be the first cat to get caught in the beam And start prayin' that it all was a dream, like Big said Every presi in your pocket got a very big head? Well, I'm so fresh, I don't gotta carry Big Red f** a livin' large rapper Get the balls, ba*tard I dis a rhyme fast as I could get the song mastered Disembowel a style like a scalpel I only look forward to the next part of your song At the outro You're out cold like a sick day Grip say the best rhymes of all Is all of the rhymes Grip say Huh? Lemme explain We ‘bout to ride out on these fools like the next train On to the next thang...