Grind
When it comes to doubt, I never give two fucks
'Bout what pundits shout, severed in two punks
I'm too pungent, foul, ya estrogen juiced up
Rep the underground, the veteran dudes trust
Me to carry the torch, bury the dorks
Who disparage the sport, with the literary of course
I'm a force, a strapping luminary of sorts
Who the corps. in the Bad and Boujee era distort
I resort, to being a liquid sword wielder
Cause a twisted ordeal for ya pricks, cuz for real, I
Have you all witness war like Hitler, more iller
Wan' spit this forth to grip and hoard scrilla
Do my duty ya crew be left in anguish
Sell ya soul for the movie sets and A-list
Refuse to escalate this, using feckless language
Because I never let a death wish hang, bitch
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
Listen up, it be the hip-hop Caligula, the sinister
Who spots calligraphers then at minimum
Will blast missiles at ass kissers who lack vigour
Rap's Kissinger, shellac, attack ya practitioners
The class sitting us in the upper echelon
It's mad fisticuffs for the fucks who slept and yawned
Hear the last whispers of all wack sucka epigones
Their casket is dug, ya lackluster set embalmed
Cats stutter, fret, they all stressed, can't structure lexicon
My level complex cuz I possess a rep beyond
The Messianic, a deft persona, the trek is on
The quest abroad for success is long, the pressure's strong
When a record's on, they know I'm gone livin' in Rakim Allah's image
Start penning, the arsonist
Wan' be targeted by all of ya frauds dissin'
So we can get on with it and raise the partitions
Listen, the ambition, the mission's a top 10 MC
I'm straight wicked so critics get knocked instantly
Yeah, can tell ya snots envy me
From all the hot enmity when in ya proximity cause...
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
'Bout what pundits shout, severed in two punks
I'm too pungent, foul, ya estrogen juiced up
Rep the underground, the veteran dudes trust
Me to carry the torch, bury the dorks
Who disparage the sport, with the literary of course
I'm a force, a strapping luminary of sorts
Who the corps. in the Bad and Boujee era distort
I resort, to being a liquid sword wielder
Cause a twisted ordeal for ya pricks, cuz for real, I
Have you all witness war like Hitler, more iller
Wan' spit this forth to grip and hoard scrilla
Do my duty ya crew be left in anguish
Sell ya soul for the movie sets and A-list
Refuse to escalate this, using feckless language
Because I never let a death wish hang, bitch
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
Listen up, it be the hip-hop Caligula, the sinister
Who spots calligraphers then at minimum
Will blast missiles at ass kissers who lack vigour
Rap's Kissinger, shellac, attack ya practitioners
The class sitting us in the upper echelon
It's mad fisticuffs for the fucks who slept and yawned
Hear the last whispers of all wack sucka epigones
Their casket is dug, ya lackluster set embalmed
Cats stutter, fret, they all stressed, can't structure lexicon
My level complex cuz I possess a rep beyond
The Messianic, a deft persona, the trek is on
The quest abroad for success is long, the pressure's strong
When a record's on, they know I'm gone livin' in Rakim Allah's image
Start penning, the arsonist
Wan' be targeted by all of ya frauds dissin'
So we can get on with it and raise the partitions
Listen, the ambition, the mission's a top 10 MC
I'm straight wicked so critics get knocked instantly
Yeah, can tell ya snots envy me
From all the hot enmity when in ya proximity cause...
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
As soon as I step, ya know I'm certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind
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Writer(s): Shane Miller
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