Grip Grand - Y'all Fail lyrics

Verse 1: Grip Grand is the way I spell Success, y'all F to the A-I-L It ain't a MC I couldn't say I'd k** I can't die so I don't gotta make my will I just press play, rap like I say I will Make a deal for a mill', that's the day I chill But until then I'ma keep buildin' the buildin' up What the f**, gotta pay my bills Gotta take my pills, ‘cuz MCs are a pain in the a** No offense, that's the way I feel Take a spill and I still get up You gon' see I'm gon' be on some Bun B, Trill and stuff On some unplugged mic, rap real and stuff On some one glove, Mike Jack Thriller stuff On some One Love, Nas E-40 sh** Russian roulette, one slug for the clip One blood, one drop, that's all you get Not me, I'm sick, I was born to spit Your whole flow's inappropriate So, yeah, I got beef A cannibal with a bone to pick Do I own my sh**? “I own this” while I hold my dick I'm a coin toss, yo, I flip Any verse, any style, any flow I flip ‘Til competitors fold on some “Yo, I quit!” Chorus: M-E is the way I spell Success, y'all F to the A-I-L Y'all F to the A-I-L Y'all F to the A-I-L Rec-League is the way I spell Success, y'all F to the A-I-L Y'all F to the A-I-L Y'all F to the A-I-L Verse 2: I go nuts on a rapper, bust on a rapper Put ‘em in the ground, throw dust on a rapper Old school, go Cold Crush on a rapper Who knew you could hate so much on a rapper? Over the top, still known for the bop The Rec's like concrete, all over the block Pick a name out a hat, they oughta stay outta rap Grip is like AAA, get my name on the map You're not able to match wits, I'm able to back flip I spit on the mic, so I ain't gonna pa** it You're makin' a ma**ive mistake Thinking you could get away with actin' fake, we ain't gonna have it It takes time makin' a cla**ic I ain't gonna tell anyone how I make it-- it's magic Grip Grand, in case you forget It would take brain surgery to make you forget Yo, no doubt, time to dead that mess I'm a rap Superman, gotta wear that S So control the noise, I expose a toy When it comes to the flow, I'm the poster boy You should, jump for joy, to hear my mic On the real, couldn't even get near my mic You know we shine bright, and the Rec is a neon light Another step and you'll be on ice Chorus