Pick Me Up

I was starin' at a photogram, hologram, holograph Tryna see the future inside the past Like the truth was behind a mask And you couldn't recognize 'Til it snuck up right behind ya' ass It's my time at last Thank you, and now for my final act I could make the whole world disappear Turn the lights down low, eyes closed I roll up a...listen here Stevie Wonder say plants have a secret life It ain't safe now to dance in the streets at night So every day I say a prayer that I have my own share Three squares, and a warm place to sleep at night As long as he could write poems like "Holmes, that shit that Grip type Go like the speed of light!" He gon' be alright, he gon' be alright I get throwed like darts when I'm near the mic And I cause bright sparks when I'm near the mic I'm a match in a haystack, let it blaze I came back with a book by God called "How to Build the Heavens and the Earth in Just Seven Days" It's like I'm in a cave I can't call it, reception is terrible It's no signal out? I suggest you think about The fact you're even here is nothing less than a miracle The shit is less than hysterical More gettin' money means less gettin' lyrical? I been blessin' your stereo I been fresh since Scenario My man said "What you cookin' with that?" I say the same shit as always, "I'm cookin' this crack" I don't even need to put a fuckin' hook on this track Grip's the future, motherfucker, take a look at his back 'Cuz I'm ahead of all you rappers by a couple of laps So lemme give 'em all a couple of facts... One, I am the one-man apocalypse Lookin' at the top like I'm gon' stand on top of it Two, it's only two things that I know That's how to rhyme and go dumb like a sideshow You outta line tryna run shit on my flow I spit fire like my tongue is a pyro You get fired, like, it's done, this is my show No more excuses, Everybody's like "Grip, you're so reclusive" Flow so exclusive Y'all pussies stink 'cuz you don't ever do shit Me, on the other hand, write it, perform it, record it, produce it That's like four different hats Plus I wrote enough rhymes for like four different raps Picture that, I just said a thousand words, where's your picture at? We know the flow is outrageous Me and my flow is out...page us Chorus: I don't know who told you we stopped but I will say "Hello" from on top I jump back up and dust myself off, I Jump back up and dust myself off... Verse 2: Workin' overtime Workin' holidays Friday, Saturday, Sunday, all them days I been on the grind Never got no raise Except when I was in the sun like I got no shades But lemme not complain Like all these rappers with that "Something has got 'ta change" I tell 'em "Change your life then First thing you should do is to trade your mics in." Stevie Wonder say the writin' is on the wall I couldn't see it 'cuz the light isn't on at all It's goin' down like a waterfall, but I'm up a creek with no paddle, man That's so ironical... Maybe that's why the song is called "Pick Me Up" This ain't a pick-me-up, not at all! This is real shit to think about when life takes an Unexpected turn like a whip with the blinker out Grip Grand is my byline You ever see the skyline and think "It's my time"? You ever see my stash spot, you think it's High Times You ever see how I shine, you think "Now I'm blind!" I'm 'bout to play the game sideways Got my old shit on your wall like a Friday's Got my new shit that you ripped off of Facebook and Myspace Buzzin' like a pager on vibrate I tell a hater go migrate Fly south, bitches Ride out, bitches You say you nicer than Grip? Well I doubt bitches 'Cuz you lie, but the truth come out MY mouth This is...some new new new for your betterment Each word I said I meant, deep like the sediment Deep like I'm Reverend Run when I speak, I go dumb when I speak Like a spuh-speech impediment Pardon my insensitivity, punk sensibility One-cent soliloquy... Who the best? Yo, the suspense is killing me I told the crowd "Put your hands up if you feelin' me" Keep your hands up to the ceiling, we 'Bout to go stadium Stat with a flow that glow, rap uranium Throwback to Kane and them I put a hole in your cranium