On The Grind

Mounting excitement
Not even close to a sold-out show
It doesn't keep me from going all out though
Leaning from side to side
It's like I'm in a straightjacket
It's gonna be a hell of a night
Going to great effort
If I can't electrify the audience
I need to try more intense
Cos I ain't leaving 'til you're star-struck
Make the earth shake like an episode of Parkinson's
Not a spark of sense
I need you to just unplug
Let go of any restraint
Cuckoo in the brain
Yeah, I fucking lost my mind
But you know, it's a shame
To be tied up in knots and just
Do complain
You fuckers got no guts, you're not
The Duke or McClane
But god-damn, tonight, at least you're gonna try
The way I see it, all we need's hot beats, a bonafide
Beast upon the mic
So we can feast away the night, yeah!
Yeeeaah!
See me, I'm on the grind

I've got you covered, dog
I put that work in
I've got you covered, dog
I put that work in

Like ink under my skin
I want this shit to last forever, dog
I put that work in
Another disc to my catalog
Too dope to not get abroad
Too much underground to get abroad
It's just a paradox
I'm on the loose like a psychopath
For reasons even I can't grasp
Cos everytime I grab this mic, I bless it's murder
They fight, they gasp, no further
They try to cast a slur on
Me I'll hurt 'em
Never hearda again like Edward Furlong
Now this the kind of shit that ought to make
Your neck snap like
Break ya neck - you act like
Some pussies, though
Soft like cookie dough
I ain't looking for no catfight, so
If you just man up, tonight could be dope
So, hell yeah, boy, at least you're gonna try
Way I see it, all we need's a bonafide
Beast upon the mic so we can feast away the night
Yea'! See me, I'm on the grind

I've got you covered, dog
I put that work in
I've got you covered, dog
I put that work in



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Writer(s): Simon Sendt
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