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letra de whiteboard (makin' eggs) - grip grand

…put it…put it in the air…

people always gotta talk
i can hear ’em in the hall
i can hear ’em change the volume of the tv through the wall
you can chalk it up to ignorance
jot it on the whiteboard
if i get any higher i’ll require a longer mic cord

it’s layers to this music
and when i peel ’em back
then everybody get a full clip
i put ’em in a rap to give the track a silver bullet
there’s nothing “light” about me
my record speaks for itself when these motherf-ckers doubt me
call the reverend for the exorcism
get these demons out me
send ’em screamin back to h-ll
and when i hear the beep they talk, i need a sleeping bag, for real
i am so tired of the bullsh-t
i can’t make my appointment, tell the doctor that i’m still sick
and then re-up my prescription
but they don’t make a medicine to clear up my condition
i’ma read up on my history and give up my religion
“when you believe in things you don’t understand, then you suffer”
— stevie wonder, “superstition”
after midnight, in my boxer shorts, i wander to the kitchen
cause i need a gl-ss of water
does anybody love grip?
well, you’d need to ask my daughter
you’d have to ask my son if i could be a better father
some people never bother
just another vicious cycle that i don’t want any part a’…
it don’t come any harder
so don’t come any farther
i guess that’s what i’m sayin’
they call it devil music, so i guess that’s what i’m playin’
people wonder what my color is like “steppin’ to the a.m.”
i know that you’re not old enough to get that line
i’ll prob’ly use a different rhyme
but, honestly, i couldn’t really care
my middle finger, i’ma put it in the air like it’s a picket sign
ain’t you know i got it?
“and what is ‘it’, exactly?”
what is this, a joke? i am offended that you asked me
all my levels on a billion times a billion so get back, we
’bout to k!ll it, son, it’s filthy like the back seat of a taxi
i’m sayin’, the flow is is nasty
i’m insane, the flow is kathy…bates in misery:
i’m breakin’ legs
this your brain on drugs
and grip is in the kitchen makin’ eggs

- grip grand

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