Verse 1:
Son, I been round the block a lot
Speak in tongues, polyglot
Don’t stop the bodyrock
I don’t slap five, I karate chop
You go to the club where the bottles pop
I go smoke ‘dro out a skull with a hollow top
Talk like I oughta talk
Seems like you wanna walk in my shoes
I’m Optimus Prime, you’re a Dinobot
Your shit and mine are not compatible
‘Cuz game recognize game
I’m the Superbowl, you’re a paddleball
Blah blah blah, what I say doesn’t matter
Y’all never listen
Clever spittin’? Why bother with that at all?
Got a short attention span? Here, take a Adderall
Anxiety? Ativan -- generic Lorazepam
Me, I hook a beat up in the studio and track a jam
Masterplan -- rappers get bent like they’re Plasticman
This is genuine crack, even amnesiacs still remember my rap

Chorus:
I go numb
When I go dumb
Who wanna ride? Stickin’ out your thumb, sayin'
I go numb
When I go dumb
Who wanna ride? You know I don’t run
I go numb
When I go dumb
Who wanna ride? Stickin’ out your thumb, sayin'
I go numb
When I go dumb
Who wanna ride? You know I don’t run

Verse 2:
Like I say, we already bang
Flows, spittin’ heavy flames
Skinny neck, heavy chains
One man with many names
Grip Grand get the job done, check the resume'
Shalem, I need some more heat, get the pepper spray
Make a clean getaway
Never say never?
Say what? That’s some shit I would never say, ever!
Told ‘em any song that you can make, we can make better
I could turn the flow into a wolf, rearrange letters
Man, I switch styles repeatedly
Since way back when it was just G & G
Home studios was the genesis
Still puff the greenery, chew up the scenery
Bitch, I don’t play like my old busted Genesis
Been independent, yes
Been self-sufficient
Been underground, been broke, I can't tell the difference
Grip is so gifted
Flow is so dumb
I got left back I year, I was goin' so dumb

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Bridge:
You know I don't walk, I float on air
I go dumb, you know I don't care
Gotta ice cold glare, so y'all don't stare
Or I'll turn you to stone with my eyes, so there
Gotta style so rare, I'm worth my weight
In gold record plaques for the tracks I make
Better go get your facts straight or get the gas face
That's word to 3rd Bass

Chorus