Gripp - Addicted to the Wickedest lyrics

[Hook: Gripp & Jack of Co.Z] Get the Nicorette, 'cos you're addicted To our rhymes like cigarette and addicted To the lines like coke. Every line that we wrote Has your mind like, “Woah”. Addicted to the wickedest [Verse 1: Jack of Co.Z] Gripp and I together? We are synergy synced A monster of power like the energy drink But we cannot be bottled, and we cannot be canned And we cannot be filtered 'cos we aren't Spam. Can your mind keep up or is it impotent? Guess you better read the lyrics and repeat it infinite 'Cos I hate how I gotta just stop and wait Inpatient like a gynecologist operates Gotta be great so that we're always shining when we're rhyming You can try to copy carbon, but you'll find we're spitting diamonds Stay reclining 'cos we never felt a tiny bit of pressure. School more pupils than professional professors If this is not impressive then you've redefined the adjective 'cos after this we're leaving all these other rappers practicing Our white powder stripes on the mirror—dope lines. Addicted from the very first hit that had you hearing our rhymes [Hook: Gripp & Jack of Co.Z] [Verse 2: Gripp] I'm the type to just spaz on a flow, babbling, so arrogant Magic. My tracks could be a baffling show Half of my own fans got coke habits; I'm practically blow Actually dope. Punch an MC through the back of his throat Watch him hack as he chokes, coughing like a bag of the 'dro In the pa**enger seat, back roads, travelling slow I ma**acre foes. And me? I'm in a cla** of my own I'm like your meth recipe. Test me. Light a match and I blow And don't be looking at me like you're cooking up speed Your rhymes are more like Ambien: they put me to sleep I'll put a foot in your teeth. Hope you get back to bitin', busting like us But your dentist might just be a bit to busy huffing nitrous Got the point? Look how I rock the joint. I'm not to toy with So come to fight us, hope you're popping 'roids I'll give a DJ a real reason to scratch with my bars 'cos when they listen, they're twitching, itching from tracks on their arms. [Hook: Gripp & Jack of Co.Z] [Verse 3: Gripp & Jack of Co.Z] Grit your teeth now for the beat-down. We're rhyming so legit That with these styles, I hope your doc prescribes you opiates Make the vocals fit. Spit the dopest sh**. We get the rebound From every hopeless brick you toss while your label rips you off You signed a three-sixty thinking it's a fair deal? sh**, they're pimping you, dog. You should be wearing some clear heels We're on the same side, should be fighting the same enemy But your music bores fans; ours changes their brain chemistry We are what you pretend to be, independent, tremendous While you fall apart. Check the entropy when they're on a spending spree That's fine with us 'cos when our fans are tryin'a find a buzz, well... Your music might be crack but ours is designer d** That's why we got 'em lining up, an excellent trail We expect to prevail. Your expression is pale But you can send us some bail and come and get us in jail Right after we get locked up for possession and sale [Hook: Gripp & Jack of Co.Z]