Grippo

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 is wrong but some we wrote in songs

It was a ploy, got fools tied up in mechanized toys

We are beings of breath, beyond the beings of boys

Now you can break all you wanna

Scratch all you wanna

Grab 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 listen to no one

No one listen to no one

Alone on a mountaintop, uprooted from the Earth

Drifting beyond normalcy, a gold piece in God's purse

It's worthless here, we're Earth-less 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

Grab 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

Hey, hey, hey, everybody

Hey, hey, hey

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