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letra de bernie mac - grip

[intro]
that’s better
ah ah ah!
uh

[verse]
uh, one of the best in my city my nig, so why lie?
only n-gg-‘s f-ckin’ with me is j.i.d. and cyhi
i rap circles around the rest
i gave blood, sweat, tears, and my pound of flesh to be crowned the best
aye, who the f-ck cut these clowns a check?
bozo’s jump in the booth and go overboard with the sound effects
n-body f-ck with you in your hood so you found respect from a bunch of white kids that browse the net
my slayin’ of the alphabet was premeditated
i watch ’em deescalate while we levitated
heavily medicated, he never hated
he just played the hand he was dealt
single handedly makin’ sure that my damage was felt
i’m still in the hood like mechanical belts
while n-gg-s sign they lives away to majors then land on the shelf
my plan is the motion of star, and family wealth
i know the opposite plot this is
i’ve been cognizant since the floppy disk
i jot a diss with no pot to p-ss
ain’t knockin’ no optimist, but i know we f-cked
won’t hold zimmerman accountable, but’ll grab the calico just to hold me up
and you better off runnin’ your pockets, than to call the homies bluff, and get yo’ cap peeled over 40 bucks

[chorus]
i ain’t scared of you muh’ f-ckas
word to bernie mac
i done came to far there ain’t no turnin’ back
they say “grip you talkin’ reckless”
nah i’m talking facts
they ain’t want no smoke
i’m a walkin’ pack
i ain’t scared of you m-th- f-ckas

[skit: bernie mac]
you don’t understand!
i’m gettin’ tired of this sh-t!
i ain’t scared of you motha f-ckas!
but i love my black people!

[verse]
i find it whack
they call you conscious if you actually rap
vernacular acrobat
this one ain’t for the platinum plaques
the world at my feet, and i got the urge to play hackey sack
pick it up and dunk on your f-ckin’ head, like a shaq attack
two cl-ssics back to back
where the f-ck am i lackin’ at?
i’m in the pocket like matt h-sselbeck
get throwed, like a tight spiral
on the mic, i’m like mike tyson when he fight rivals
five hail mary’s and recite the bible’s, your only shot at survival
may your god guide you
may the odds be ever in your favour
it’s been hunger games since we was playin’ sonic on sega
blowin’ the cartridge
the raps was dummy
the bro is r-t-rded
your flow is lethargic
entire discography can get thrown in the garbage
i ain’t scared of you muh’ f-ckas!

[skit: bernie mac]
i mean that!
stop this violence!
i was in chicago, i did a show for cook county jail, and you know over 40% of the brothers in jail for nothin’?
and they had a little survey, a little panel thing, we got to ask them each a question, so i asked them i said “uh hey my brotha! what you here for?”
he said “nothin'”
brothers got this thing about being a punk, what is a punk?
i never did understand that fo- to save my life
[?]
i said man i said “so what you in for?”
“i ain’t no punk!”

- grip

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