Grip Grand - I Go Numb lyrics

Verse 1: Son, I been round the block a lot Speak in tongues, polyglot Don't stop the bodyrock I don't slap five, I karate chop You go to the club where the bottles pop I go smoke ‘dro out a skull with a hollow top Talk like I oughta talk Seems like you wanna walk in my shoes I'm Optimus Prime, you're a Dinobot Your sh** and mine are not compatible ‘Cuz game recognize game I'm the Superbowl, you're a paddleball Blah blah blah, what I say doesn't matter Y'all never listen Clever spittin'? Why bother with that at all? Got a short attention span? Here, take a Adderall Anxiety? Ativan -- generic Lorazepam Me, I hook a beat up in the studio and track a jam Masterplan -- rappers get bent like they're Plasticman This is genuine crack, even amnesiacs still remember my rap Chorus: I go numb When I go dumb Who wanna ride? Stickin' out your thumb, sayin' I go numb When I go dumb Who wanna ride? You know I don't run I go numb When I go dumb Who wanna ride? Stickin' out your thumb, sayin' I go numb When I go dumb Who wanna ride? You know I don't run Verse 2: Like I say, we already bang Flows, spittin' heavy flames Skinny neck, heavy chains One man with many names Grip Grand get the job done, check the resume' Shalem, I need some more heat, get the pepper spray Make a clean getaway Never say never? Say what? That's some sh** I would never say, ever! Told ‘em any song that you can make, we can make better I could turn the flow into a wolf, rearrange letters Man, I switch styles repeatedly Since way back when it was just G & G Home studios was the genesis Still puff the greenery, chew up the scenery b**h, I don't play like my old busted Genesis Been independent, yes Been self-sufficient Been underground, been broke, I can't tell the difference Grip is so gifted Flow is so dumb I got left back I year, I was goin' so dumb Chorus Bridge: You know I don't walk, I float on air I go dumb, you know I don't care Gotta ice cold glare, so y'all don't stare Or I'll turn you to stone with my eyes, so there Gotta style so rare, I'm worth my weight In gold record plaques for the tracks I make Better go get your facts straight or get the gas face That's word to 3rd Ba** Chorus