[Verse 1: Grieves] I was born with the ability to see stars Walk steady on the beat Meeting each bar Little goofy motherf**er Hitting C sharps Swimming through the game like I'm a riding on a reef shark Please All I need is 88 keys And the drum line jumping off an MPC To be easy Got a lot of ghosts to chase And a couple lady problems I'm supposed to face Hold off on em Take another sip off the swamp water Put a kiss on the cheek of your mom's daughter Dance around like a fool spilling my lager And I won't ever be a pimp, so baby why bother? Nah I guess it ain't my style 26 with a twist and a face like a child Hate it if it makes you smile Cause in the end of it it all fades away when the fake takes trial Kick rocks [Hook: Grieves] No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here's a suggestion) You can kiss my a** if you doubted me (Yup) Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on) Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands [Verse 2: Krukid) Look I was born to be a moon walker Walk into the club, suddenly the room's darker? Fan favorite of the street preacher Peace keeper Bridge groomer jumped the broom said skip it on a street sweeper But don't come at me with beef, I'm a meat eater With tongue and teeth that'll cut you like a meat cleaver Miscreet beaver Like damn it all to hell Told the fam I'm gonna rap None of that went over well I could tell they just worry I'm trying to court the game and judge you by your hung jury And I don't sport a chain Blame it on my ancestors Brought to port of slaves while I failed to be affected by a lust for foreign aid And none of ya'll blame thinkin rap is all the same But I can promise you to never keep it formulaic Im here to raise the bar though, I never caught a case And maybe while I'm at it score a babe and fornicate I'm human is all I'm saying [Hook: Grieves] No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here's a suggestion) You can kiss my a** if you doubted me (Yup) Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on) Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands [Verse 3: Grieves] Skinny as a fence post Moving through the crowd Dancing off rhythm just a minimal amount For the hell of it I've been on the road too long And got a head like a weather balloon floating along Approaching the dawn You ain't got a jab I ain't ever heard I let sarcasm fly like a feathered bird So if you're looking some gratifying better words You can try writing out letter to the editor Hah Cause I ain't got not time I'm on my 24/7 and my 3-6-5 I got my heavy oar paddling to reach that prize And you can see the dedication in my eyes Or maybe that's the hangover Creeping up my skull like a bad shadow I can take it o the rocks I am that agile So if you came here to be that a**hole You can pick another cat to ha**le I should slap you [Hook: Grieves] No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here's a suggestion) You can kiss my a** if you doubted me (Yup) Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on) Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands