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by Grip Grand

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released June 1, 2012

Written and produced by Grip Grand. Additional production by Seprock.

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Track Name: Champainful (I Can Do Anything)
Verse 1:

Onward, upward, forward, toward
The number one spot on the board
They never once got on the board
I'm always on top like the Lord
I always rhyme sharp like a sword
That's a lame line, but at the same time
I'm overheatin' like a car on the Grapevine
I beat your fuckin' style up
That's a hate crime
Who said I cain't shine?
I'm a diamond in the dark, see me sparklin'?
We stood out like footprints on your carpetin']
Not no Parkay, not no margarine
Strictly butter, y'all
So give thanks, get some yams and a Butterball
You know you gotta go in, like your mother called
I can't take this shit, I'm on another call

Chorus:

And it's so champainful
It make you wanna pop tops, let their brains blow
They say “Grip, why you kick such a strange flow?”
I can do anything, bitch, Reading Rainbow
I can do anything
I can do anything
I can do anything
That's why my trophy box got so many rings


Verse 2:

This ain't a posse cut, this ain't a posi-cut
This some “I feel like I could prob'ly beat Rocky up!”
Dead the beat, tell 'em “Chop another body up”
I'm 'bout to slap this motherfucker like a hockey puck
You say the future is yours? Well now's ou-r time
Who gotta buzz in the street like downed power lines?
But while you up in the street, I'm in my California lab
Tryna get that West bank like I'm Palestine
– If the apocalypse arrives soon
It's gonna be a showdown like it was high noon
I'm finna kick my shoes off like this is my room
Oh, you a tycoon? Well, I'm a typhoon!
I am a tidal wave
Rain brimstone and fire like the final days
This is the final stage
I'm the beginning and the end
Like the last two words on the final page

Chorus:

And it's so champainful
It make you wanna pop tops, let their brains blow
They say “Grip, why you kick such a strange flow?”
I can do anything, bitch, Reading Rainbow
I can do anything
I can do anything
I can do anything
That's why my trophy box got so many rings

And it's so champainful
It make you wanna pop tops, let their brains blow
They say “Grip, why you kick such a strange flow?”
I can do anything, bitch, Reading Rainbow
I can do anything
I can do anything
I can do anything
And where I'm from, the fat lady, she never sings
Track Name: Holding My Breath
Chorus (x2):
Holding my breath
Biding my time
Counting my steps
Blowing my mind/Outta my mind
Heart in my hand/Hand on my heart
Hole in my chest
Holding my breath
Holding my breath

Like “Oh, you better get
'Cuz, yo, you don't belong”
I heard it all my life
For you, I wrote this song
Chubb Rock said treat 'em right
But we were treated wrong
Hated and spit upon
It's over, this shit is on
The new era is now
My crew major in “Wow!”
The newspaper say “How
They do the impossible?”
I'm doin' the Taco Bell
Like this is nacho mic...
It's Grip, what's not to like?
You just a lotta hype
But I think you about to fall
The future is like graffiti
The writing is on the wall
I finally got the call
Ring, ring, it's like a wedding
I am concerned with how crazy shit has been getting
You outta bounds, spit 'til I'm outta rounds
Think up some extra ammo on the fly and jot it down
I got it by the pound
There's no stoppin' me now
Until the sun's the only thing on top of me I'll be...

Chorus

Oh no, I've not left, and yes, I'm still here
I'm fresh like chilled air, upset like spilled beer
I guess they still fear
The end of the world's near
I entered the World's Fair
The rest of the world's scared
Because they're ill-prepared
I was killin' the snare
No one really compares
I'm much iller than their's
They all millionaires
That's all anyone cares
About or so I heard
“No doubt?”
“Yo, that's my word!”
I said when the time comes,
No twiddlin' my thumbs.
Yo, who they supply, son?
Let's tell 'em to buy some
I'm tellin' em' try some
They like “What am I, dumb?”
I'm yellin' from my lungs
"It's Hell in where-I'm-from!"
But still I'ma rise up
I'm still a survivor
I'm feelin' the fire
I'm willin' to die-uh
Not READY to die, though
I already can fly so
Just get me the title
And check me as I explode

Chorus
Track Name: Conservation of Matter
Energy can neither be created nor destroyed
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed
Every atom in my body goes back to the Big Bang
So rap is no big thang, I was created in the void
A live atomic bomb that was made to made to be deployed
On an unsuspecting populace so they can feel the noise
That I bring like Public Enemy
Split ‘em all in two like my identity
I go on and on like I’m infinity
Ain’t that the motherfuckin’ understatement of the century
Surrounded by these suckers like I was a sea anemone
And I don’t see a remedy
Someone call a doctor
What you call a prophet is what some would call imposters
What I call a profit is what some would call a pocket full of dollars
But I don’t think it’s all about that, either
It’s all about how haters tried to say “Don’t even bother”
Like the rhyme would write itself, as if my lines don’t need an author
I beg to differ
While you're begging to be different, I am
But any man could fade away to insignificance
The shit is straight ridiculous
Life on Earth as usual
Negotiate my contract for the right of first refusal
Sayin’ “Yo, please stop, ‘cuz I want you all to live”
Never thought it was beneath me like the water to a bridge
And the hourglass is faster than the water through a sieve
Grip is positive like Ed O., be a father to your kids
They made me cut it short and now the song is too abridged
I intended to spit it in real time, the speed of life
I’m a human amplifier, I don’t even need a mic
All I do is take ‘em higher like, hold up, I need a light
I can’t wait to get my hands on the message like braille
They suggest it might fail, which I guess it might
“Well, there’s no place that I would rather be less, it’s like Hell,” I was thinking as the moon rose and the night fell…
Track Name: Rain, Rain
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away, go away

Verse 1:
I heard you been singin' "Rain, rain, go away"
Wishin' you could make the pain, pain go away
You need a llittle more time like Morris Day
And your life was the bomb, now you're blown away
And you can't make a dime on a dollar disc
Goin' dumb so you can't get a scholarship
When you're young, it's all good, life ahead of you
'Til you started thinkin' "Man, I would like a better view
A house with a wetter pool..."
But as it turns out, you were burnt out by the game
So your life is ice cold (which is never cool)
And the old wind blows, and the snow and the rain Make it hard to see the sunlight ahead of you
And you admitted to yourself that your self didn't do a good job
That's the end of the interview
You want to make a mark at the start
At the end, you just hope they remember you

Chorus:
And you grieve, and you grow
And you hope, and you pray
And you see that tomorrow is not like today
Did you bleed when you broke?
Now you're breaking away,
'Cuz you see that tomorrow
Became yesterday
Yesterday

Verse 2:
I heard you been singin' "Rain, rain, go away"
Wishin' you could make the pain, pain go away
Maybe you been wastin' time like Otis say
Don't it make you wanna shout like Otis Day?
In the Animal House or the lion's den
Where they're swingin' those bows like a violin
They look tired like they're close to retirement
Peer pressure, man, everyone's tryin' it
I hear pressure can even make di-a-monds
Out of coal -- hold up, lemme find some then
Because I feel like I'm carryin' the world's weight
Sick of herbs treatin' me like I'm third rate
I tried to make a good impression like a first date
For some reason, that was one thing I could never do
You don't get a second chance, man
You gotta make a mark from the start
At the end you just hope they remember you...
Track Name: Jupiter
Have you ever seen a man fly?
I don't mean jump off a cliff and die, I mean really soar
And the day you say "I don't know"
Then you have the answer
And that's what the question is really for
I told 'em I was up lifting my pen all night
Trying to get all right with a higher cause
But it costs high to live nowadays
So the kids say "My hero is a gun" like Diana Ross
But I'm trying to find a right path
Maybe something like that
Really don't exist in this day and time
Keep it rollin' like a bike path
Wonder where my life's at
Am I gonna miss when I say a rhyme?
Really, anything you might ask
I already typed that, sent it upstairs to the CEO
So tired of bein' typecast
Put me in a bag, and they carry me around like C3PO
I told 'em "I am not a puppet"
But the higher-ups get upset
When you try to be yourself
Hip-hop's gonna eat itself
Only 'cuz it had to turn to a cannibal now
To feed itself
And one day the real world will reveal itself
All praise to the most high due in haiku
I wrote down tha paragraph
Broke down the very last
Barrier to true understanding like the mind do
Millions of times every second, I remind you
Life's only short when you measure in years
'Cuz the heart-broken man can't wait for the day to end
You live forever when it's measured in tears
It's not magic, it's math shit
Like when I put my hand on the keyboard
And, onscreen, a letter appears
The whole world is a dice game,
Physics and odds,
A mirage in the distance that never appears
Damn
Have you ever seen a man cry
Out in the night 'cuz he can't get right with the universe?
Life tried to write you a verse
But it flew south
So you threw it all out for a newer verse
I assume the worst, hope for the best
And I play my cards close to the vest, or I lose a turn
Never knew my words spoke to the rest 'til it's too late
"Don't rub it in like it's lubriderm"
I'm not too concerned
The world's gon' end any day
Might as well break it down, like, do the worm
I take it back to the start
Like the stars and the sun
Freak the Captain Sky drum beat from "Super Sperm"
Once again, from the top to the drop
IN the bottom of the well
Is it Hell?
Ask Lucifer
God knows where the green grass grows
But the man throwing lightning bolts?
That's Jupiter
That's Jupiter...

The world's gon' end any day
Might as well break it down, like, do the worm
I take it back to the start
Like the stars and the sun
Freak the Captain Sky drum beat from "Super Sperm"
Is it Hell? Ask Lucifer,
Zeus-slash-Jupiter,
Pick a god, any god,
It's all one
Grip Grand pray for the future of the whole human race
In a tape, then escape when the song's done...
Track Name: A New Drug (Work in Progress)
I think I want a new drug like I’m Huey or
I need a cool G rap on some Truly Yours
They said it’s no strings attached
But the fact is, it’s all strings
The shit has more strings than a movie score
It kind of threw me for a loop like a lariat
They givin’ me the run around like a chariot
And I been starin’ at the shit so long it was like
“If you love it that much, you should marry it”
You could bury it away but it never takes
You could rearrange the pain into several shapes
It’s a fist, it’s a gun, it’s a song, it’s a start
It’s insurance on your heart if it ever breaks
And may God strike me down if I’m ever fake
Maybe she already did and I’ll never wake
I think it’s some kind of dream
Because sometimes it seems
Like I’m tryna take a shot I could never make

And yesterday’s like a promise I didn’t keep
And I been workin’ on a song but it’s incomplete
And when they put me on a different beat
That won’t be the reason that I tell ‘em
“Life is free, but it isn’t cheap”

No matter what they say, don’t ever admit defeat
I’m like a rain storm,
I make a big splash when I hit the street
And make ‘em all dance in the heat
Or, like, lamp in a B-Boy stance at the least
Domination of the game, I may never see
Complications of a way I may never be
Maybe destiny has other plans
But, under the circumstance,
I don’t even know what a success would be
I can’t call it, I’m not the best referee
I had to do it all myself out of necessity
And when I drop it like the Extra P
I tell ‘em buy the album
But you seldom buy the album you can get for free
So it’s a brave new world to maneuver and
I can’t party and bullshit like "Who’s the Man"
And even when they say you da man
You still gotta go into the booth and
Transform into Superman
Verbal astronomer, discover new bars
In the galaxy of stars on the verge of Andromeda
Word to Bambaataa, I’ma scientist, rap scholar tryin’ shit
Y’all have never heard in that genre
And everything is one thing, like the solar system
I think I need a new order like Joy Division
Boy, I listened to them other folks ‘til it went up in smoke
Nowadays I only trust my own opinion
Won’t it hit ‘em in the heart when the movement died?
Ask Jesus, it hurts bein’ crucified
But when the time had come to decide
Who killed the music
The coroner ruled it a suicide
Track Name: 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

Chorus