96 Tears - Mf Shalem's Talk About It Mix
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Verse:
I’m comin’ back still starvin’ like the depression
This shit is depressin’, rap is in a recession
At every session
Known to shut ‘em down like
When slugs fly, doves cry—this is what it sound like
Who wanna battle Grip?
You say that your mic is a cannon? Well, mine’s like the whole fuckin’ battleship
Extravagant, rappers get lost—it’s like “Labyrinth”
Hazardous, hungry on the mic? No, I’m ravenous!
Slide up in the cut and I slice ‘em like radishes
Savages! Get up again like young Lazarus
Tell me I should get to the point? I spit javelins
Well known for rollin’ up stoned like Mick Jagger is
Ain’t that a bitch?
I’m it, and you never is
Hirin’, firin’—this is my severance
This is my Everest. High? I’m like heaven is!
Treacherous! On the block droppin’ like Tetris
Entertainin’ like Cedric, big in all measurements
Pullin’ out the microphone quick with no hesitance
The first one to switch up his flow—there’s no precedent
A brand new kind of sick—there’s no test for it
Live from Broakland where I am the sole resident
We can take it out to the curb and go settle it
Or we can take it out to the curb and go peddle it
The mixtape is comin’ in first like gold medalists
Give ‘em like a hundred bars, I’m so generous
Spit like a cobra except I’m more venomous
When I’m in the booth I’m showin’ ‘em no friendliness
Leave ‘em with a heart-shaped hole and a cold emptiness
Theft is just a permanent loan with no interest
Squeeze the microphone like I’m holdin’ a four-fifth and just
Bucka-bucka-ba-blau! The style’s so ridiculous!
Gifts like Saint Nicholas, bitch—it ain’t Christmas
Shinin’ like Mr. Clean, I’m so Listermint
Not Special Ed, but I’m the magnificent
Start it, I finish it. Pardon my penmanship
A-Team, all in your face like Dirk Benedict
Thanks, but don’t mention it
Rappin’s my job—I’m so into it, and our relationship is so intimate
Try a lil’ tenderness
I’m always hurtin’ somebody’s feelings, ‘cuz all of these guys are real sensitive
Hey, you’re not fresh—what the fuck is your style for?
I’m sorry, but the truth is inconvenient like Al Gore
Grip known to give ‘em that
Golden Age vintage rap
For the babies—start ‘em on it young like it’s Similac
Been a mack, close range, spray like a mini-Mac
Don’t wear a chain—no cable, no Cinemax
Send it to the label and I hope they don’t send it back…
Put it in the number one spot like it’s handicapped
Hand me that mic, I’ma kill it like “Handle That”
All the time spent sweatin’ bullet shells in the lab…
The best motherfuckin’ cassette your deck ever have
“You call this an album?”
No, it’s y’all epitaph!
If you don’t know about the Rec, then you better ask
Screamin’ out “Fuck everyone!” like I’m Everlast
On the microphone, beat it up like a heavy bag
Grip Grand, hard like a rock? I’m a Chevy ad!
Lemme add, risin’ to the top like a helipad
Stop—Grip pick it up like a yellow cab
I tried tell ‘em that
I was on smash, and they jaw made of glass like the shoe Cinderella had!
Ain’t have to go to Photo-Mat to develop that
Felon rap. Step to the flow, get your melon cracked
Grip been on hella tracks. This is not new to me
The rhyme shine bright like this is my jewelery
Quit your tomfoolery
Snikkt!! I’m like Wolverine—
Super-powered spitter like this is my mutant gene
I’m takin’ over the ship—it’s like mutiny
Had tapes back in the 80’s like Brucie B
Don’t front! Flow serious like I’m Steady B
Plus always bigger and better like Beni B
Yellow flag down on the play? That’s a penalty
Let it bleed
On the d-lo like a centipede
Lemme breathe…need another clip, ‘cuz I emptied these
All day, dazed and confused like the 70’s
Sail like the seven seas
On these so-called MCs—I don’t call myself shit but the letter “G”
Styles you could never see, kinda like camouflage
All year in the workshop like I’m Santa Claus
Grip, and I am the boss. Kept the hammer cocked
Rhyme book full of hot lead like an ammo box
Can we talk about it like Alcoholics Anonymous?
Ominous, study my dough like economists
Broke like a promise is…
Boy, I get deep! 20, 000 leagues under the sea like the Nautilus
We like to party, but, bitch, it’s not Carnival
Change up the play like this is my audible
This is my chronicle. It’s almost time to go
Grip known for makin’ ‘em jump like Geronimo!
All my flow’s fire, so don’t stand in front of me
Send ‘em to the principal’s office like Young MC
Oh, no! It’s gonna be a riot in here
So get the cops and the firemen here on the double, G!
Yeah! I’m the Double G—Grip Grand, the ultimate bad man
So you should be glad there’s just one of me
Nasty as I wanna be, rappers can’t fuck with me
96 bars—what more do y’all want from me?!?
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