[Verse 1: GRIP]
Bang, got a surprise for n***as peaking in windows
But I’m more for playing Super Nintendo, reeking of indo
Fell asleep on me kinfolk? Hmm, nympho
How I fuck them up with the intro, my pen go
Crazy on TU! AHYES instrumentals, My friends know
I’m down to do dirt whenever my ends low, in limbo
Like why the long face, Jay Leno? I’m in your
Hall like Arsenio, hold the AR’s to A&R’s like here’s my demo, what? You ain’t get the memo?
Randomly throwing tantrums on anthems and holding stanzas for ransom
Pay me attention
You could probably see more clear if you gave me a listen
No matter how hazy your vision
It’s soul food they made in the kitchen
These here flows is the proof
I just been cooking up like it’s a stove in the booth
All I ever did was told you the truth
While the lies getting sold to the youth
N***a, it don’t take Alex Haley to show you the roots
I’m on a quest, love
Collecting triple digits check stubs got me spitting it like the best stuff
I mean who else is bored with the game? Join the chess club
N***as sound full of flaws, fuck n***as drowning in sauce
That mean you bound for a loss and I’m always down for the cause
Straight out the pound with my dogs, I'ma need a round of applause, hol' up
[Verse 2: Michael Aristotle]
Yo, n***as must've forgot me
I hear by yo comments
I'm not scared of your comments
Should be scared by your garments
N***as in dresses, you ain't impressin'
Just watch who you addressin' when you dress up statements
Or its crutches under yo' armpits
Throwing stones and hide ya' hand
You just might end up arm-less
You think n***as really fly? Don't be fooled by the harness
King of telling bitches, "No, I should play for the Hornets
Status enormous, corrupted like a torrent
As far as albums go i'm two for two, n***as should forfeit
Only move hard shit, feel the wrath of the forklift
Mikey get brain like, walking dead corpses
No long talk, I keep it brief like Capsule Corp. is
Them rings and things you sing about
Got no time for extra bitches or "tings," I kick em' out
Might go dojo on yo ho on the mattress and flip her out
She pulling the zipper down, she letting the kitten out
I shovel, I dig her out, she physically gifted, wow (Yeah)
Spots on her face like she Cocaine Lorraine
Like my bitches yellow on some Notre Dame
Identity crisis, know the beard if you don't know the name, n***a!