Hi my name is Eligh
I'm the one and only... Grey Crow
Put me in a pack and they call that a murderous
The Grey Crow black full of scent form the service
Cuz I stand on the curb with the backpack of music
And I serve like a dope boy, in fact I'm a user
I'm a fiend quite proud, grind king on my side
We motivated movers don't walk just glide
So clean so fresh, no sleep no rest
Both sides of the pillow stay cold in my neck
Cuz I'm always on my feet
Pad, pen, and the beat. Mad men on the creep
Stack ten take a breath they lack ends with no means
Bored to d**h no sheet
Shake the wool from your wallet with a smile on my cheeks
Labels kiss a** as they plummet downstream
Try to suffocate me, now you suffer greatly
Real artists, real laughs and get the last laugh pa**ed
Without the birth stone and get crushed by mega blast
Whats in a name? (x4)
Hi my name is Eligh
I'm the one and only... Grey Crow
Straight from the chest, heart beats 808
Straight from the west, heart bleeds for the state
California needs these underground greats
Living Legends, Grey Grow, Gray Davis, just skate
Balancing beams DIY was made by
Journeymen tapes under telegraph shades
Self made LA to the Bay and back
You might clock math but we paved that path
Get it straight, hell has no fury like wrath on the rise
Eyes on me at all times
All Lines spit from the guts and fall back
You rhyme from the a** that's why the sh** is all wack
Whats in a name? (x4)
Hi my name is Eligh
I'm the one and only... Grey Crow