Grip Grand, Richie Cunning - Rap Shit lyrics

Get a grip, spit like a chainsaw
I let ‘er rip bitch, I don’t even own a
Suitcase I never trip
Ask how we settle it? That's how we settle it
Take your tape out and straight
Mash out instead of it
Step aside, act like you seen us before
Recognize
George Washington with the flow, son
I never lie
Turn the flash on, dog, I'm never shy
Catch a wide shot of the wreckin' ball y'all
'bout to get leveled by let it ride
Rappers really need to stop
Buggin’ like pesticide
Before they see stars like the Enterprise
Pennin’ my music for rappers
To get offended by
I'm feelin' your single but
Mostly the instrumental side
I don’t like any side, both were the worst
That’s why I been insulting your work
For the bulk of my verse
Just dig a hole in the
Dirt, homie, ya’ losin’, it's a global alert
Scoviet Union takin’ over the earth
So you can make some noise
Ain’t a raw beat that we can’t destroy
All week tossin out words like a paperboy
Newsflash, every single rapper in
Your crew's trash
Every single rapper in my crew
Shine like DOOM's mask move fast
Fall back gimme room pause track
The beat do what I tell it to do - boss rap
Tight like a watch strap
Honest like Abe in a top hat
Gettin’ tore up like my contract

Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Yo, yo, I'm all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
So, so, so holler 'bout that shit

Gimme the mic yo, I ain't done with that
Old school shit that you can
Feel like a rumble pack y’all need to stop
Turn around like a cul de sac that a-way
Better take off like a Saturday
Stay at home
Sit and take notes on my greatest songs
Second thought? Wait, better not
That would take too long way too long
I don’t waste time like the internet
In the Rec
Ever since Richie wasn’t in it yet
Yo, lemme interject, Cunny done been a vet
Striped up doin' more shows than a Cineplex
Frisco is in effect
Grip told 'em hit the deck it's a threat
Bad for your health like a cigarette
Light 'em up lighters up
Go'n call the fire truck try your luck
Every rhyme like the Midas touch
Golden gate alcatraz flow so it’s no escape
Yeah, we got records, son
Rap sheets and stolen breaks roll the tape
That's how you motivate Rich
If your flow is fake
That's how you know it ain’t Grip
Yo, we on the same shit same click
Same attitude word is bond, kid
I’m the eyes that’s in back of you
Likewise, son, I got ya' back, left
And right side rec is in the building
Straight up like a high-rise
We on the way up like a high five
You on the way down
So you oughta stay down like a drive by

Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Yo, yo, I'm all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
So, so, so how about that shit?