What - Grav

No one can ever juice me, loosely, I rip slow

Dug into your brain for unknown flow

Some wish they could prevail, but against me, they’ll fail

Styles more shockin' than rain was fallin' on third rails

'Cause when beats beat streets concrete breaks on the feet

To break down whole structures and leave most men weak

If you scared of being buried in the catacomb

Hold tight — these lyrics might bust your dome

Ya now ease up!

As I select the bro

To punish with my raps and thrash his whole flow

Scatter minds like code did digital data

False entry in my cypher leaves niggas getting splattered

tried to bite rhymes and mouths got numb

Start rottin' at their teeth and affects they gums

Spread through their whole body leavin' punks for dead

While real niggas take it in and it swells their head

So what?

Nigga, what?

Nigga, what?

Watch this nigga GRAV take lyrics to their gut

What these little bitch ass niggas really want?

What, nigga, what?

What, nigga, what?

What?

Nigga, what?

Nigga, what?

Watch this nigga GRAV take lyrics to their gut

What these little bitch ass niggas really want?

What, nigga, what?

What, nigga, what?

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 niggas trying to bite off styles

That were once buried deep inside of the X-Files

Just a street nigga with skills to move the mass

Sportin' a Scully in this cold war to block weak rhymes

Une street corner to the next, I flip complex text

More maneuvers on the mic than Doctor Ruth with sex

Sixty-nine or doggy style down to 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 butter lyrics, right hook from phat tracks

To KO weak flows and make the streets react

Now check, many brothers have often got lost

Died when exposed to verbal holocaust

Battle toss men and their mind out of wack

and fracture skull caps

Show love to Gods on Earth to keep real

The manifest on studios on two inch rails

Hey yo, adjust the levels on a flight deck panel

While I run these styles that’s wild like jungle mammals

While most niggas are blind and simply can find

Styles buried deep in the sand-dunes of my mind

A rarity to find such a nigga so nice

The oasis in the desert where lightnin' struck twice

Now see, I’m on the track to bless me

Use rusty nails to crucify men who test me

Anoint only the worthy with lyrical holy water

The rest of the masses get slaughtered

What?

Ya know what I mean?

Whatcha want son?

Sparkin' it off like this

You don’t want none

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 Chi town

The realm of the young dealers to infinity