Grippo
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Grippo
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I gave hip-hop to white boys when nobody was looking
Found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn
Left a list of instructions, MPC and a mic
My sci-fi library and utensils to write
Right or wrong,
I think hip-hop is where it belongs
Where it comes from one is but son, we wrote them songs
It was a ploy
Got fools tied up with mechanized toys
We are beings to breath, beyond the beings of boys
Now you can break all you wanna,
scratch all you wanna,
graff all you wanna,
laugh all you wanna
But I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you the stars
So substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours
Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours
White boys listen to white boys,
Black boys listen to black boys,
No one listens to no one,
No one listens no no one
Alone on a mountan top, uprooted from the earth
Drifting beyond normalcy, a gold piece in God's purse is
worthless here, we're earthless here
God versus fear
Man versus fear
Fear not
I purse my lips and kiss like a glock
Violence is a metaphor for victory's plot
Change is inevitable but our death is not
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
Now you can break all you wanna,
scratch all you wanna,
graff all you wanna,
laugh all you wanna
But I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you the stars
So substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours
Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours
Grippo!
HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, everbody
HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey
I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you what the stars are made of
I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you the stars
So substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours
Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours
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Who performs "Grippo"?
Saul Williams performs "Grippo", and this lyric page sits inside the Saul Williams catalog on LyroVerse.
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