ABCDEFJAM
"OK, class, let's settle down. Everybody take out your text books. Turn with me to page one..."
ABCDEFG
"The first lesson..."
Grip Grand is the Letterman
"Letters of the alphabet."
Alphabetical like AZ, amazingly amusing 'em
Arranging the acquisition of mics and then abusing 'em
Broadcast in Broakland, boom boom
Block-bully blacktop
If I say it right to your face, it's not really back-talk
Crush-the-comp crackpot that's Coo Coo like Cal is
Corvallis to the Cow Palace, chow challenge
Come close, but don't deny my dose is dangerously damaging
Danglin', hangin' in there like a champ or barely managing
Doped up, exceptional, excellent, eat my vegetables
Ever singe eighty-something exhaling essential essences
Eff it, I found it fitting the West is right where the freshness is
Follow the leader and swallow all of his messages
Or go get your own
Grip Grand goes
One for your man with a pipe in his hand like Commando
The hard-bargain driver, half-ounce inhaler
The houseguest who's still on your couch six months later
I insist my intentions were innocent when I invented it
Inspect the verse, I spit a full clip's worth instead of
Just jaw-jostling suckers, Judo, Jujitsu
Jack-knife rap that juts out your chest when it hits you
Kinda the king of this kickin' it on a killer tune
Ladies love lyrics lounge lab in my living room
Or
Kind of the king of that kerrang on a killer beat
Long lasting lyrics got legs like a millipede
Meant to exceed the most massively mental MCs
Went to MDs
To minimize my mental disease
Military music make men to Marines
I don't get the green, nope
Nice and fresh like a nectarine
Nestling in a nook you might nearly not notice me
But if you look close, though, I'm right where I'm s'posed to be
O, it's no obstacle for obsolete raps to go hospital
The bad operation's not optional
I opt to go off 'cuz you suck like an Otter Pop popsicle
Pop rap is cool? It's not possible
Please quit with the quickness
Or, quiet as kept, I'ma stick this porcupine quill right in my neck
No question, that's quite quotable, on a quest for the quality
I'm R-ravishing, like I won the lottery
Relax the rivalry, robbery, really dog
I'm on a roll like a chili dog
Grip's Silly Symphony, sent to be the most superb specimen
Super-herb rappers smacked down like pro wrestling
That's a little too simple, but suffice it to say
I spit a pretty stiff sentence to lift your toupee
Touche, the tough talk is too trite, trifling, tragedy
Travesty, like the Twin Towers toppling tragically
Useful utility, unique yet ubiquitous
Ugh, nice verse
Burst a vein from the viciousness
Victory, another win for me
Winter wonderland to Summer Jam, Gab Wino works on his winning spree
X-rated or G & G
What marks the spot? I'm a xenophobe, I don't talk to strangers a lot
Yes yes, y'all, not the Youngest in Charge, I guess It's Yours
Don't Play With My Yo-Yo
What's wrong, you forget yours?
Zero in, zone coaster, get your trees
Zips to the head, slip into bead, get some Z's...
ABCDEFG
"The first lesson..."
Grip Grand is the Letterman
"Letters of the alphabet."
Alphabetical like AZ, amazingly amusing 'em
Arranging the acquisition of mics and then abusing 'em
Broadcast in Broakland, boom boom
Block-bully blacktop
If I say it right to your face, it's not really back-talk
Crush-the-comp crackpot that's Coo Coo like Cal is
Corvallis to the Cow Palace, chow challenge
Come close, but don't deny my dose is dangerously damaging
Danglin', hangin' in there like a champ or barely managing
Doped up, exceptional, excellent, eat my vegetables
Ever singe eighty-something exhaling essential essences
Eff it, I found it fitting the West is right where the freshness is
Follow the leader and swallow all of his messages
Or go get your own
Grip Grand goes
One for your man with a pipe in his hand like Commando
The hard-bargain driver, half-ounce inhaler
The houseguest who's still on your couch six months later
I insist my intentions were innocent when I invented it
Inspect the verse, I spit a full clip's worth instead of
Just jaw-jostling suckers, Judo, Jujitsu
Jack-knife rap that juts out your chest when it hits you
Kinda the king of this kickin' it on a killer tune
Ladies love lyrics lounge lab in my living room
Or
Kind of the king of that kerrang on a killer beat
Long lasting lyrics got legs like a millipede
Meant to exceed the most massively mental MCs
Went to MDs
To minimize my mental disease
Military music make men to Marines
I don't get the green, nope
Nice and fresh like a nectarine
Nestling in a nook you might nearly not notice me
But if you look close, though, I'm right where I'm s'posed to be
O, it's no obstacle for obsolete raps to go hospital
The bad operation's not optional
I opt to go off 'cuz you suck like an Otter Pop popsicle
Pop rap is cool? It's not possible
Please quit with the quickness
Or, quiet as kept, I'ma stick this porcupine quill right in my neck
No question, that's quite quotable, on a quest for the quality
I'm R-ravishing, like I won the lottery
Relax the rivalry, robbery, really dog
I'm on a roll like a chili dog
Grip's Silly Symphony, sent to be the most superb specimen
Super-herb rappers smacked down like pro wrestling
That's a little too simple, but suffice it to say
I spit a pretty stiff sentence to lift your toupee
Touche, the tough talk is too trite, trifling, tragedy
Travesty, like the Twin Towers toppling tragically
Useful utility, unique yet ubiquitous
Ugh, nice verse
Burst a vein from the viciousness
Victory, another win for me
Winter wonderland to Summer Jam, Gab Wino works on his winning spree
X-rated or G & G
What marks the spot? I'm a xenophobe, I don't talk to strangers a lot
Yes yes, y'all, not the Youngest in Charge, I guess It's Yours
Don't Play With My Yo-Yo
What's wrong, you forget yours?
Zero in, zone coaster, get your trees
Zips to the head, slip into bead, get some Z's...