Down to Earth - Grav

My style stays on point like spraypaint on eight trains

Try to picture that shit and it’ll blow you out the frame

Now c’mon, my rap skills are beyond

Verbals make niggas fold like futons

When they try to switch styles and get convertible

I loosen up screws so that their joints ain’t workable

My tongue is a drill on a mission to kill

Sabotage all those who put up a facade

And fake like they’re kings, they’re just peasants

Tempted like Christ meetin' the devil in the desert

Repentin' for their mortal sins

Tryna fuck around with Grav when they couldn’t win

Yo check my lyrical microphones

Just like speaker cones

See when a nigga spends time in the lab

It works fast so we givin' others jet lag

That’s how me and my team keep catchin'

And expand like bands on a soloflex

So what all these bitch niggas want?

Ain’t no need for Grav to ever front, yo forever like this

What these niggas want from skills you’ll never

Represent Down to Earth forever, who?

G-G-G-Gravity

Yo what they want?

Front skills never mean

Represent Down to Earth forever, who?

G-G-G-Gravity

Oooh God I warned yah, I hit that ass catacorner

And still be gettin' straight to the point

Smoke mics like joints, wack rappers on the ave

With nothing better to do for the evening, now

behind in a cloud, ka-pow

The dirt and dust, from ill lyrics that I bust

Rhymes are more underground than archaeological finds

So thus I influence minds, like narcotics

I if you don’t

funk mechanisms than robotics

I be tellin' weak crews, come on

in a planetary like

I cause my flows is prime

And my mind skills is optimus, it ain’t no stoppin' us

Yo even if you built the strongest barricade

GRAV breaks through, niggas still gettin' slayed

Yo even if you had the longest ruler

You still couldn’t measure, nigga’s too deep like sunken treasure