[Produced by Big Q]
[Verse 1]
No one can ever juice me, loosely, I rip slow
Dug into your brain for unknown flow
Some wish they could prevail, but against me, they'll fail
Styles more shockin' than rain was fallin' on third rails
'Cause when beats beat streets concrete breaks on the feet
To break down whole structures and leave most men weak
If you scared of being buried in the catacomb
Hold tight - these lyrics might bust your dome
Ya now ease up! As I select the bro
To punish with my raps and thrash his whole flow
Scatter minds like code did digital data
False entry in my cypher leaves n***as getting splattered
[?] tried to bite rhymes and mouths got numb
Start rottin' at their teeth and affects they gums
Spread through their whole body leavin' punks for dead
While real n***as take it in and it swells their head
[Hook]
So what? n***a, what? n***a, what?
Watch this n***a GRAV take lyrics to their gut
What these little b**h a** n***as really want?
What, n***a, what? What, n***a, what?
What? n***a, what? n***a, what?
Watch this n***a GRAV take lyrics to their gut
What these little b**h a** n***as really want?
What, n***a, what? What, n***a, what?
[Verse 2]
From brain waves to vocal chords, the ear drum cavities
The food chain of the thought process of GRAVity
Mental growth is acquired when the farmer sow seed
To penetrate my face and make ear drums bleed
Of these fake n***as trying to bite off styles
That were once buried deep inside of the X-Files
Just a street n***a with sk**s to move the ma**
Sportin' a Scully in this cold war to block weak rhymes
Une street corner to the next, I flip complex text
More maneuvers on the mic than Doctor Ruth with s**
Sixty-nine or doggy style down to straight-up foreplay
Got this rap sh** sewn up, yo what more can one say?
Kinda tight right? Yo, lets spark sh** up tonight
Lace gloves on my tongue so we can start a verbal fight
Left hook from bu*ter lyrics, right hook from phat tracks
To KO weak flows and make the streets react
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now check, many brothers have often got lost
Died when exposed to verbal holocaust
Battle toss men and their mind out of wack
[?] and fracture skull caps
Show love to Gods on Earth to keep real
The manifest on studios on two inch rails
Hey yo, adjust the levels on a flight deck panel
While I run these styles that's wild like jungle mammals
While most n***as are blind and simply can find
Styles buried deep in the sand-dunes of my mind
A rarity to find such a n***a so nice
The oasis in the desert where lightnin' struck twice
Now see, I'm on the track to bless me
Use rusty nails to crucify men who test me
Anoint only the worthy with lyrical holy water
The rest of the ma**es get slaughtered
[Bridge]
What? Ya know what I mean?
Whatcha want son?
Sparkin' it off like this
You don't want none
[Hook]
[Outro]
Like this, like this
Like this, like that
Like that, like this
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
From up town to Chi town
The realm of the young dealers to infinity