I'ma beat up the mic like a boxer do
I can't teach you to speak like a Cockatoo
You gotta learn on your own, man, what the fuck's wrong with you?
I gotta whole 'nother song to do
Flow exactly the way that I wanted to
Meet the mic in the booth for a rendezvous
On the move, rap fast, I can't afford to snooze
A job I can't afford to lose
Yeah, I saw the news from the fortress of solitude
Superman got a lot to prove
Of your bullshit rap I do not approve
I'ma snap the cassette if it's not removed
I got records that you couldn't hope to break
I been rappin' since you were your folks' mistake
Host the tape, "Grip Grand presents How to Go for Broke"
Fuck around, get your flow revoked

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Verse 2:
It's like that, y'all
When I start to rap
Grip Grand put the heart in a heart attack
Rec-League make a song that you want to slap
Smash the mic, here, I don't want it back
Clap clap, applause for a flow with the mouth of Jaws
An animal whippin' out the claws
I'm the boss, but some days it feels like I lost my watch
What I mean is, my timing's off
I'm makin' progress, it ain't a contest
I shut down shows like I made a bomb threat
I get on the mic, man, they're astonished
I'm rarely seen like I'm Hailey's Comet
I came this far, I would hate to stop it
The game ain't Tag, I'm afraid you're not "It"
Straight up, you're not Grip
I got shit dialed like a fuckin' cockpit

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