Bobby Grand
Check
I wanna be heard I wanna be different
I want you to listen so I can go missing
Just wanna go fishing
Not talkin about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over
Type to turn fool over
I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity
Drop ten classics to make sure you mothafuckas remember me
I just want Grammys and Grammys a Tony an Oscar a BET award
YEP!
And another damn Grammy
I’m drop a movie where I just fall asleep and dream on that shit
Write an audio book called listen up and scream on that shit
Respect the art don’t judge me trust me
You won’t like me when angry
Make me write a versе to fuck up your day like that can of beans in ya pantry
I need an audiencе to prove I ain’t fraudulent
The last of mohicans with this lyrical shit
I’m a guardian
Second born still at attention
Been this way since birth
Green light my project Mr. Exec
Let’s plague the earth
KB
It’s too many choices
Yep Nope
For an MC it’s tough to cope
Could be a ray of hope but you spray is dope
But you staying broke cuz your sales is a joke
Steadily peddle kids mental sedatives
Body’s ornery mind’s celibate
Even better yet parents let em get hooked when they young and mind’s delicate
Up in the spot popping bottles
Do a few lines when I need the hit
Lay wit models grab the throttle
They all gonna love me when they hear me spit
Its diabolical every follicle of every hair in ya head
And every molecule of blood in ya veils that courses through
Tryin to get away
But its courses you
Now they yellin it now they feelin it now they fiendin it
Now they screamin it now Im selling it
I’m supplyin it no denyin it I love the high
But now I’m fiendin to hear them scream it
Puttin out shit to chase the feeling
Mass appealin labels creamin
What about the art?
You must be dreamin
The only reason to get out of bed
Can’t stand the silence in my head
Gotta keep it chill and keep it fed
Find new ways to say the same shit I said
See? I gotta an itch I need to scratch
See? I gotta beat I need to catch
See? I gotta trend that I need to match
I need to write write write write write
CHORUS
My friend of violence
I fear the silence
The noise leaves me noid
But i still have to try it
Hooked by denyin
Addicted to lyin
Cheatin two timin
Im fake cuz im rhymin
Big Vic
Vic went in the lab with a pad and a beat
I been trying to find a way for silence to delete
I don’t want my name to play a game of hide and seek
When I’m dead and gone ya head and phones play minds that leak
My goal is to make the Ninos of the world obsolete
While this industry try to turn me into Pookie
Competition really cannot compete
Also while I get me some I feel like Mookie
Paraphrasing while I’m narrating all these accolades
I know it’s there waitin
I keep getting high on my own supply
It’s almost as if the silence was there to spook me
Trophies come in the form of walla oochie
I want more in some respect
I cannot afford Prada Gucci
I will not conform for a check
Still my fingers searchin for my neck a mirror round my steps
I’m walkin like a fiend
This industry predicted this correct but I will never let it intercept the dream
Sober thinking got me open thinking now I put my thoughts on a note sack
Used to wanna turn up for the weekend
Now I’m tweakin damn I wrote that?
Metaphors similies auditoriums fill up like assemblies
And my story ain’t even close to being Sweet
Fuck all that silence you seek
Now quote that
Walt Liquor
My ngas fraid of what they made up
Different cloth a whole different shade of
Fine fabric my mind defines magic
Odds have it times tragic
Blonde savages color blind can’t see us
But crawl all in ya body like trying to be us
Even in the news Facebook live still won’t believe us
Until the Lord opens up the heavens to receive us
Bare witness mo gift than gab mo riff than rab go Mr. Fab
Hot getting cold get hot living on the Mission Ave in a kitchen lab
Hook it up don’t know look it up told me don’t rock the boat so I shook it up
Won’t float so in boat show ere body broke tryin to hook it up
Since we the one’s we been waitin for
Might as well as give me that paper doe
427 yo favorite show captain of the team on save a hoe
Pass on the lean and blaze the dro
Fashion a meme that save the show
That basic flow we ain’t racin tho
I’m right here in yo face and you silent!
CHORUS
Gutta
Couple tickets for the flight
No bags for the plane
Only bags and a jay
Ya’ll not in my lane
I’m politickin in the sky
Barack Ogutta still in office, my 16 Steve Austin
Got 16 in my pocket
I make the Jolly Rancher drown, ice cubes spin around
I keep the cup doubled down
I keep a pair of shades around
I wake up stretch crack and sell
I ain’t stretched bout the package deal
I ain’t stretched that you lying still
In another words I’m need a mill
In another words I push dafodills
In another words I can use my words
I body bag ya whole career
Get that other shit up outta here
I gas the thot
Bitch I’m outta here
A visit like from another light year
All that shit he got on all this slangin
It don’t come out for another year
I make a check make it disappear
Half a P make it disappear
Behind the bars like a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat
Mr. Sweet
We dont hunt power
We bump powder
Gel caps
Gun claps
Synthetic flowers
Front for hours
Counter contracts
Consortin wit cowards
Winkin whisperin weirdos sippin whisky sours
Sufferin sucka tash
Baby moms n broken glass
Frontin like its fresh
Stead it smell like open ass
Taken to task like i took from the flask
The flare n the flash stare in ash
Oh my god were we gassed
When we took off the mask
Minions en masse
Opinions that blast
I pity the past
That committee'd my caste
Committed my caste but never my craft
No really its so shitty
This industry's crack
Its equal opportunity
But its unusually bad for blacks
My community is fueling me
Wit duties of the math
Society
But its the addict who matters
To teach sobriety
CHORUS
Check
I wanna be heard I wanna be different
I want you to listen so I can go missing
Just wanna go fishing
Not talkin about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over
Type to turn fool over
I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity
Drop ten classics to make sure you mothafuckas remember me
I just want Grammys and Grammys a Tony an Oscar a BET award
YEP!
And another damn Grammy
I’m drop a movie where I just fall asleep and dream on that shit
Write an audio book called listen up and scream on that shit
Respect the art don’t judge me trust me
You won’t like me when angry
Make me write a versе to fuck up your day like that can of beans in ya pantry
I need an audiencе to prove I ain’t fraudulent
The last of mohicans with this lyrical shit
I’m a guardian
Second born still at attention
Been this way since birth
Green light my project Mr. Exec
Let’s plague the earth
KB
It’s too many choices
Yep Nope
For an MC it’s tough to cope
Could be a ray of hope but you spray is dope
But you staying broke cuz your sales is a joke
Steadily peddle kids mental sedatives
Body’s ornery mind’s celibate
Even better yet parents let em get hooked when they young and mind’s delicate
Up in the spot popping bottles
Do a few lines when I need the hit
Lay wit models grab the throttle
They all gonna love me when they hear me spit
Its diabolical every follicle of every hair in ya head
And every molecule of blood in ya veils that courses through
Tryin to get away
But its courses you
Now they yellin it now they feelin it now they fiendin it
Now they screamin it now Im selling it
I’m supplyin it no denyin it I love the high
But now I’m fiendin to hear them scream it
Puttin out shit to chase the feeling
Mass appealin labels creamin
What about the art?
You must be dreamin
The only reason to get out of bed
Can’t stand the silence in my head
Gotta keep it chill and keep it fed
Find new ways to say the same shit I said
See? I gotta an itch I need to scratch
See? I gotta beat I need to catch
See? I gotta trend that I need to match
I need to write write write write write
CHORUS
My friend of violence
I fear the silence
The noise leaves me noid
But i still have to try it
Hooked by denyin
Addicted to lyin
Cheatin two timin
Im fake cuz im rhymin
Big Vic
Vic went in the lab with a pad and a beat
I been trying to find a way for silence to delete
I don’t want my name to play a game of hide and seek
When I’m dead and gone ya head and phones play minds that leak
My goal is to make the Ninos of the world obsolete
While this industry try to turn me into Pookie
Competition really cannot compete
Also while I get me some I feel like Mookie
Paraphrasing while I’m narrating all these accolades
I know it’s there waitin
I keep getting high on my own supply
It’s almost as if the silence was there to spook me
Trophies come in the form of walla oochie
I want more in some respect
I cannot afford Prada Gucci
I will not conform for a check
Still my fingers searchin for my neck a mirror round my steps
I’m walkin like a fiend
This industry predicted this correct but I will never let it intercept the dream
Sober thinking got me open thinking now I put my thoughts on a note sack
Used to wanna turn up for the weekend
Now I’m tweakin damn I wrote that?
Metaphors similies auditoriums fill up like assemblies
And my story ain’t even close to being Sweet
Fuck all that silence you seek
Now quote that
Walt Liquor
My ngas fraid of what they made up
Different cloth a whole different shade of
Fine fabric my mind defines magic
Odds have it times tragic
Blonde savages color blind can’t see us
But crawl all in ya body like trying to be us
Even in the news Facebook live still won’t believe us
Until the Lord opens up the heavens to receive us
Bare witness mo gift than gab mo riff than rab go Mr. Fab
Hot getting cold get hot living on the Mission Ave in a kitchen lab
Hook it up don’t know look it up told me don’t rock the boat so I shook it up
Won’t float so in boat show ere body broke tryin to hook it up
Since we the one’s we been waitin for
Might as well as give me that paper doe
427 yo favorite show captain of the team on save a hoe
Pass on the lean and blaze the dro
Fashion a meme that save the show
That basic flow we ain’t racin tho
I’m right here in yo face and you silent!
CHORUS
Gutta
Couple tickets for the flight
No bags for the plane
Only bags and a jay
Ya’ll not in my lane
I’m politickin in the sky
Barack Ogutta still in office, my 16 Steve Austin
Got 16 in my pocket
I make the Jolly Rancher drown, ice cubes spin around
I keep the cup doubled down
I keep a pair of shades around
I wake up stretch crack and sell
I ain’t stretched bout the package deal
I ain’t stretched that you lying still
In another words I’m need a mill
In another words I push dafodills
In another words I can use my words
I body bag ya whole career
Get that other shit up outta here
I gas the thot
Bitch I’m outta here
A visit like from another light year
All that shit he got on all this slangin
It don’t come out for another year
I make a check make it disappear
Half a P make it disappear
Behind the bars like a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat
Mr. Sweet
We dont hunt power
We bump powder
Gel caps
Gun claps
Synthetic flowers
Front for hours
Counter contracts
Consortin wit cowards
Winkin whisperin weirdos sippin whisky sours
Sufferin sucka tash
Baby moms n broken glass
Frontin like its fresh
Stead it smell like open ass
Taken to task like i took from the flask
The flare n the flash stare in ash
Oh my god were we gassed
When we took off the mask
Minions en masse
Opinions that blast
I pity the past
That committee'd my caste
Committed my caste but never my craft
No really its so shitty
This industry's crack
Its equal opportunity
But its unusually bad for blacks
My community is fueling me
Wit duties of the math
Society
But its the addict who matters
To teach sobriety
CHORUS
( Mr. Sweet )
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