Fo Chief – As My Grip Tightens LyricsFollow
Yo it's funny just how your life shifts
A blink of an eye and you might miss
Never loosin' up on my tight grip
Tight rope walking the line in assignment
Vicious the content, precautions: I sway 'em
Top tip shape, say ya prayers
Snap quick, alligator
Visibly prone to go in action, the foulest nature
Insecurity sings, in a way that serenades all your fears and you dreams...
Tryin' to be a power player in this game of life is
Leavin' a sour taste for hours I don't care to like it
Just give me the fuel and a jet pack
Watch me blast off and I promise I ain't chokin' like a stress sack
With pencils I bend raps
With ink I display pics
Quick comes the relapse, I ripped it when the flame hits
Bone chillin, I blend chameleon in the broad day
Mighty brolic, I bend raps 'till they're all ways
Let us put vendettas in shredders and let 'em turn to lettuce
You better get us before Berettas will burn the presence
What they have fed us will better sever the verbal menace
The clever cheddar developed here in an inferno furnace
When I'm in the booth, and breathin'
You can feel the force
Niggas shoot the breeze like they feel me but don't hear me talk
Just a bigger shoe that I seize and then I'm free to walk
In a rigor through all of the seas that you seem to stalk...
Uh, you steady think you got my turf won
But so far, you faux pas, in yo' car, that's worth nuttin'
I'm so raw, Ebola, has no cards for certain
I'll go far with your broad who blow hard like Nerf guns
Spring loaded, pressure activated
Seem she playin' got my thing coated, messy saturated
Better men let her win
Then I let 'em in tragic
Leave 'em more patches than a letterman jacket
I mean this
Go hard, that's my rhyme thesis
My reason, my sneezes baptize y'all I'm the mic's Jesus
When it comes to records I fill bin's (Philbins') like Regis
Crazy as Me, Myself and Irene is
My beat's is, chopppin' producers to nine pieces
A wizard with the bass lines, Gilbert Arenas
Five fleeces, that are required when I'm speakin'
Cause I'm as cold as ice leakin'
I get it in on nights, weekends
You can't get it in like a dry penis
While all you cats are gettin' owned
I'm leasin', I'm beastin'
My job is stoppin' flows like Bieber
You don't cry wolf, you cry me son
If all you really want is the dough, you might as well try pizzas
If you rappers want credit, apply Visa's
Nothing's as intricate as my speech is
Odd's even, dimes peakin'
Lines freeze up the side of my teeth
And I'm like, demons
I'm frightening, and it's like Jeepers, Creepers
Unleashin' my sky legion
Out for blood like leeches
Smartest man to grace the stage
Big ups to my teachers...
Fresh Breath, Cannonball......
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