[Verse 1: GRIP]

Bang, got a surprise for niggas peaking in windows

But I’m more for playing Super Nintendo, reeking of indo

Fell asleep on me kinfolk? Hmm, nympho

How I fuck them up with the intro, my pen go

Crazy on TU! AHYES instrumentals, My friends know

I’m down to do dirt whenever my ends low, in limbo

Like why the long face, Jay Leno? I’m in your

Hall like Arsenio, hold the AR’s to A&R’s like here’s my demo, what? You ain’t get the memo?

Randomly throwing tantrums on anthems and holding stanzas for ransom

Pay me attention

You could probably see more clear if you gave me a listen

No matter how hazy your vision

It’s soul food they made in the kitchen

These here flows is the proof

I just been cooking up like it’s a stove in the booth

All I ever did was told you the truth

While the lies getting sold to the youth

Nigga, it don’t take Alex Haley to show you the roots

I’m on a quest, love

Collecting triple digits check stubs got me spitting it like the best stuff

I mean who else is bored with the game? Join the chess club

Niggas sound full of flaws, fuck niggas drowning in sauce

That mean you bound for a loss and I’m always down for the cause

Straight out the pound with my dogs, I'ma need a round of applause, hol' up

[Verse 2: Michael Aristotle]

Yo, niggas must've forgot me

I hear by yo comments

I'm not scared of your comments

Should be scared by your garments

Niggas in dresses, you ain't impressin'

Just watch who you addressin' when you dress up statements

Or its crutches under yo' armpits

Throwing stones and hide ya' hand

You just might end up arm-less

You think niggas really fly? Don't be fooled by the harness

King of telling bitches, "No, I should play for the Hornets

Status enormous, corrupted like a torrent

As far as albums go i'm two for two, niggas should forfeit

Only move hard shit, feel the wrath of the forklift

Mikey get brain like, walking dead corpses

No long talk, I keep it brief like Capsule Corp. is

Them rings and things you sing about

Got no time for extra bitches or "tings," I kick em' out

Might go dojo on yo ho on the mattress and flip her out

She pulling the zipper down, she letting the kitten out

I shovel, I dig her out, she physically gifted, wow (Yeah)

Spots on her face like she Cocaine Lorraine

Like my bitches yellow on some Notre Dame

Identity crisis, know the beard if you don't know the name, nigga!