Hey, y'all.
Turn my headphones up.
It's the Grand Imperial, y'all.
Uh-huh.
Ha,
ha, ha.
Feel that?
It's the Grand Imperial, y'all.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Come on.
It's the Grand Imperial, y'all.
Yeah.
Welcome to the surf plus.
My rhymes underneath the surf.
It's time to bring it to the light, right?
Despite what you thought you heard,
I be hearing other words going around.
* these clams.
Ran from my nine to five.
Still plan to keep it live all day.
Can't see it any other way.
It's time for me to execute.
Maybe be the next to shoot.
Blow out your dome, get gone.
Lookin' at me sideways.
They might find you in your driveway or some remote highway.
I do it my way, never convert to yours.
Hate you motherfuckers.
Time to settle the score.
Ha, full court press, we stress.
Then open up your chest, shatter the cage.
No 12 gauge.
We super deluxe and worth six digit bucks.
Uh-huh.
Be rockin' the jams about 2000 plus.
What?
We flip these while you niggas flip those.
The dopest MCs that got the sickest type flows.
Be blowin' they doors whenever we rock the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.
We flip these while you niggas flip those.
The dopest MCs that got the sickest type flows.
Be blowin' they doors whenever we rock the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.
Now who can you trust to keep hip hop alive?
We been doin' classical * since 1995. Uh-huh.
While niggas insist they number one on the list.
Uh-huh.
I hit them with this and put they minds in a twist.
You gettin' the gist,
we got a hand with the plan.
The illest MC to ever come from San Fran.
Money and grands,
you better watch the quick hand.
Your money can drop like it was fertile quick sand.
You seein' a man who had a choice with a voice.
Be speakin' it loud, now everybody wanna crowd.
But nevertheless, the best man on the mic.
You know.
You try to recite,
but can't get the lines right.
We comin' tonight, droppin' grenades on parades.
When I don't get paid,
I leave the whole block sprayed.
No further delays, about a thou' for the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.
What?
We flip these while you niggas flip those.
The dopest MCs that got the sickest type flows.
Be blowin' they doors whenever we rock the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.
We flip these while you niggas flip those.
The dopest MCs that got the sickest type flows.
Be blowin' they doors whenever we rock the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.
Yo, we three steps ahead of y'all.
You niggas thought that I was scared of y'all.
You niggas need the geritol.
The rookie of the year is clear.
Maybe better yet to bet regrets that ain't settled in yet.
But none of y'all can pose a threat.
I pump fear in the veins, remain the same.
Go against the grain.
Keep it straight ahead, so spread.
I be goin' for they head, takin' they neck.
Takin' my respect.
Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat.
While y'all be runnin' in the streets.
Knowin' that you can't compete.
I fly with the whole fleet.
Bringin' the heat.
Watchin' y'all cheat.
This game wasn't made for kids.
We get rid of the weak rhymes.
So when it's time to speak mine.
I got about a thousand flows.
No time for the hoes.
Who knows?
Sophisticated mic pros.
We flip these while you niggas flip those.
The dopest MCs that got the sickest type flows.
Be blowin' they doors whenever we rock the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.
We flip these while you niggas flip those.
The dopest MCs that got the sickest type flows.
Be blowin' they doors whenever we rock the shows.
Be up in they face, sophisticated mic pros.