I'm High

You know we don’t pack heat, we pack the whole venue You wanna grab the mic? Fuck that, I won’t let you I’m so special, the town oughta hold a parade Explode with the pen, like I forgot to throw the grenade This represent a least a pint of blood I poured on the page Yeah, I’m a beast, so they keep my microphone in a cage That’s all I wanted to say Your whole career is like 24 hours You really oughta call it a day You on the sidelines, I’m on the field callin’ the play Winnin’ the game, I’m ‘bout to need a different name Grip Gazillion…naw, fuck it, it isn’t the same It’s Grip Grand, clang-clang, like a prisoner’s chains I got it locked like the rock, told ‘em listen to Kane Listen to G. Rap, G. Rip, Grip is insane Like a lobotomy, I’m pickin’ your brain, simple n’ plain I’m a dragon on the track n’ all I’m spittin’ is flames So click-click, take a picture to remember me with When I only had a couple gigs like a memory stick I was already so incredibly sick I’m like December 26th ‘cuz I’m broke, and I’ll never be fixed You know I ran up in the jam and Then I told ‘em to freeze I put the squeeze on MCs like accordion keys This is the world according to me A recording of me’s more heat than Two 45’s like a quarter to three By the time you hear this record I’ll be onto some next shit Hit the studio, cross this beat off of my checklist Any reasonable offer accepted But you want Grip for free? Sorry, can’t eat karma for breakfast Call me PG&E, every line is electric Something’s wrong with your song and I’m tryna correct it It’s the end of the line But, yo, defeat never enter my mind I only quit at the end of the rhyme