GRAV - What lyrics

rate me

No-one can ever juice me

Losely, I rip slow

Dug into your brain for unknown flow

Some wish they could prevail

But against me, they'd fail

Styles more shockin' than rain fallin' on third rails

Cuz when beat beats streets concrete breaks on the feet

To break down whole structures and leave most men weak

If you scared of being buried in the catachol

Hold tight; these lyrics might bust your dome

Ya now ease up! As I select the brew

To punish with my raps and thrash his whole flow

Scatter minds like code did digital data

False entry in my cypher leaves niggaz getting splattered

Dun boy tried to bite rhymes and mouths got numb

Start rotting at their teeth and affect their gums

Spread through their whole body leave them punks for dead

While real niggaz take it in and it swells their head

[Chorus:]

So what?!, nigga what?! nigga what?!

Watch this nigga GRAV take lyrics to their gut

Wat deez little bitch ass niggaz really want?

Wat nigga?! wat?! Wat nigga?! wat?!

Wat nigga?! wat?! Nigga wat?! Nigga wat?! Nigga wat?!

Watch this nigga GRAV take lyrics to their gut

Wat deez little bitch ass niggaz really want?

Wat nigga?! wat?! Wat nigga?! wat?!

[Verse Two:]

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 niggaz trying to bite off styles

That were once buried deep inside the X-Files

Just a street nigga with skills to move the mass

Sporting a Scully in this cold war to block weak rhymes

From one street corner to the next

I flip complex text

More maneuver on the mic than Doctor Ruth with sex

Sixty-nine and doggy style down on straight-up foreplay

Got this rap shit sewn up; Yo! what more can one say?

Kinda tight right?

Yo! Lets spark shit up tonight

Lace gloves on my tongue so we can start a verbal fight

Left hook from butta lyrics, right hook from phat tracks

To KO weak flows and make the streets react

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Yo! now check it, many brothers have often got lost

Died when exposed to verbal holocaust

That thought toss their mind outta wack

Brain rings back and fracture skull caps

Show love to gods on Earth to keep real

To manifest on studios on two inch frails

Hey yo! Adjust the levels on a flight deck handle

Why lie on these styles thats are wild like jungle mammals

While most niggaz are blind and simply can find

Styles buried deep in the sand-dunes of my mind

A rariety to find such a nigga so nice

The oasis in the desert where lightning struck twice

Now see! I'm on the track to best me

Use rusty nails to crucify men who test me

Anoint only the worthy with lyrical holy water

The rest of the mantis get slaughtered

What? Ya know what I mean?

Whatcha want son?

Sparkin' it off like this

You don't want none

[Chorus]

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 shout town

The realm of the gonzillaz to infinity...