Grip Grand - Santa Ana Winds lyrics

(Spotted at the corner of Superior and Venice I put sugar in the dosage so it's easier to finish...) Breezier than when it's hurricanes and Santa Ana Winds The quest remains, will you step up or get set up like mannequins? If I had a fin for every s**er we busted, I'd cash it in On def bracelets like Mr. Hood so that Grip could look masculine? Yo, eff that so much! Even with my King Midas-ish solid-gold touch I would still insist on k**in' the crowd as if I was Cold Crush Even my old stuff gets you in the end like it was coal dust You rhyme bogus 'Til they line us up and blindfold us G & G be tryin' to redefine the way you see a rhyme And the odds of it being mine if it's wack is "no chance" That's like playing Nation of Millions And trying to slow dance This ain't a romance But I love the mic, me and her like to hold hands Seein' her with another man, I can't begin to fathom So I grab 'em both, drag 'em back to the lab And split the atom Get the heck out of Dodge I don't grip the gatlin', but in case we Have to blast a lyric at the hats of cats who try to chase me? Here's the DJ... Are you feeling flooded? Overflowing, never knowing where the river's going If or when it's slowing down enough for you to get out? Found it's tough to pull your head out of the place you got it stuck in? Face the f**in' music, s**ers step a lot like double-dutchin' When the wind blows You can feel it, fresh like open windows Airin' out the music that you care about Raring out the box to go Stickin' it like a popsicle's impossible when everyone's Sick in it like a hospital, or thereabouts The wheels spun, the DJ played reminders of the kind of pain you feel from The needle and the damage done like Neil Young When freedom rings, will rappers heed the call and clip the strings as if they're sick of things Or stick you in the chest like nipple rings? Grip'll bring a bunch of pugilistic punchin' in the function At the back of dark rooms where I spit sharp like harpoons Get smart or get lost when Grip toss you off a cliff like cartoons Catch an anvil If it isn't Calibrator on the handbill, just cancel