Grinding ft. Milton Bradley Lyrics

I can't bow down

It's a circus and

All I see is

All these clowns

I smoke big clouds

Got the Henney in the bottle

If I go hard I'm just gon' drown

They gon' jock my style

If these suck-as wanna talk

I ain't talkin'

I'll rock yo house

And I can't back down

When I come around

Shut your mouth

Got the burner in the couch

And I'm serving up dope man

You don't wanna be opened

I be doin' my own thing

Got the metal like I'm Conan; Goken

Crush your spirit

Like a coke can

Old man

You gon' leave with some broke hands

Go ham

I hit the fusion like Goku Gohan

We just messing up the program

You making music but it don't jam

New gun

Whole mag

I be saying where the soul at

Hold that

Got the knowledge from old dad

Kodak

I be bustin' and you know that

Cold facts

And I'll be rockin' where the smoke at

And I can't back down

Such fluidity

Taking out a target

Whole mob family

Hustling

Running from authority

State property

Is what I'm not going to be

Grinding

Is my priority

Make money

Talking every currency

I remind you

This is no conspiracy

Die for my belief

Not vain hypocrisy

Grinding everyday in life is a struggle

I'm exposed to the elements

You're living in a bubble

Keep focused

I will break it down

Unleash locusts

Until they're scattered all over the ground

Ear worms keep chattering sounds

Beat stimulating

While my words are making their rounds

Got the whole world's attention now

Demented aggressions

Take your defenseless crown

How

That's what you wonder

While spun under my thunder

Your blunders grow in numbers

The hunger

Will eat at your stomach

From a county known as Hudson

What you say has repercussions

We're coming

Peak through your blinds

You will find

Five Guys

Not burgers and fries

Leave you blind

But alive

Beg for what's left of your life

Bleed out

You don't even have the rest of the night

It's all trite

Make sure you just head for the light

Better hope you have a heaven invite

Otherwise that light will be the flames that ignite

Kiss goodbye to the kids and the wife

They're out of sight

Faces turn demonic

From harmonic hypnotics

Women so fly they're learning aeronautics as you go psychotic

But wait

Like a member of Heavens Gate

I will castrate

Leave your body prostrate

Shove your old demo tape inside your prostate

You asked for it

So I guess its not rape

Burn you like a hot plate

Or duct tape that's stuck your face

Hold your nose and you start to suffocate

Panic in your eyeballs

I just turn up the vol

Now none can hear your muffled calls

Make you smile

Pull out your lengua

Give you a necktie

Like you're from Colombia

Its an L for you

But for me a W

Everyday, cuz

Break up the ground that's under ya

Fall in the lava

One hot cup of java

Learn to run from the killer in the balaclava

Working

Such fluidity

Taking out a target

Whole mob family

Grinding

Is my priority

Make money

Talking every currency

Every move I make is tactical

My attitude

Mathematical

Tour and then sabbatical

The most radical

But factual animal

My beats sound warm

Like vinyl wrapped in wool

Lick the back of a Blackwood

Rap for Latin and Black hoods

Even white boys know I'm good

Chamber of the board

Stranger than before

Drag a mangalore across the floor

Explore your favorite record store

Before I blow it up

Now you're pinned against the door with nobody showing up

Look at the ceiling

Extremities you're not feeling

A torso

Now you die more slow

Won't grow more old

Like Lee Corso

Giving the score before the halftime show

Be real you don't even have half my flow

Cash my gold

And spend it

Before the armageddon sets in

Guess its the end

Hell what we gonna do

Better just hope we end up in Xanadu

Only God knows the plan for me and you

Probably end up in limbo like a fool

Coming out the womb

Resting in the tomb

Reincarnation looms unless you're doomed

Blow smoke at the moon

Clouds of mushrooms

Even aliens get high off the fumes