Grippo

I gave hip hop to white boys

When nobody was looking

They found it locked in a basement

When they gentrified Brooklyn

I left a list of instructions

An 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 is one

But, son, we wrote them songs

It was a ploy

Got fools tied up with mechanized toys

We are beings of 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 to no one

Alone on a mountain 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

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

Grippo

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