Grip The Mic

Yuh, Yuh Aight we gonna let the beat roll on this one Let it, let it breathe Yuh I spit one line no question it's all destruction You walking tightropes I jump over double dutching If I get to the cash I'm super fast and double clutching If I don't make it back just play the track that left 'em nothing Yeah this rap shit light I don't need no switch on it Every track heater I don't need no clip on it You can try to take the mic but I got a grip on it Watch how I slide and I watch you slip on it I been itching for beef i feel like a recovering addict And I swear that anyone who really want it can have it Fucking nobody's safe, no not in the attic Better walk your ass down so I can rap while you panic Hold on, hold on I think I'm like that Check out the credits if you wanna see who write that No I don't diss you, I would say it don't imply that I make a decision you wouldn't even think to try at This that rap shit you could put in a caption Why should I tell truth if everybody just capping When I named my alter ego named it after a god You don't know what you are doing your a fucking facade Im'a sneak up on the spot you don't know what I robbed While I watch the house burn like I'm Isaiah Rashad Aight let, let the beat breathe a little Just let it, let it sit Honestly my biggest fear is breaking promises I don't do no parties like to celebrate accomplishment Even if that means I'm all alone with my astonishment I can make it any way, I can't think another option is Sitting with my ego, I think it need a rest Been keeping this shit secret, don't need an ego death I can't crack from the pressure These diamonds on my chest But these thoughts in my head, they say I'm not the best I feel so much pressure It's all self inflicted I'm trying now to move on to bigger business How can you be my dog if you spend your time with bitches How can you be my dog if you spend your time with bitches