Grippo

I gave hip-hop to white boys when nobody was looking Found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn Left a list of instructions, MPC and a mic My sci-fi library and utensils to write Right or wrong, I think hip-hop is where it belongs Where it comes from one is but son, we wrote them songs It was a ploy Got fools tied up with mechanized toys We are beings of breath, beyond the beings of boys [Hook] Now you can break all you wanna Scratch all you wanna, graff all you wanna Laugh all you wanna But I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you the stars So substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours Ha! ...White boys listen to white boys Black boys listen to black boys No one listens to no one, no one listens to no one Alone on a mountain top, uprooted from the earth Drifting beyond normalcy, a gold piece in God's purse is Worthless here, we're earthless here God versus fear, man versus fear Fear not, I purse my lips and kiss like a Glock Violence is a metaphor for victory's plot Change is inevitable but our death is not (Ha ha ha ha ha) [Hook] Grippo! HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, everbody HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you the stars So substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours