Chew Em Up
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Say my name
Uhh, bang
Black Hand Gang, whassup?
Huh? My name Grand, how? Crooked
-Ahem- Whassup, huh? Bang
I'm the real rapper eater
I chew 'em up, spit 'em out
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out
I am the beast that take instrumental CDs
And put each beat on repeat
Then leave 'em six feet deep
Eat 'em crispy and sweet, yum
Heat-seek 'em, steam-clean 'em
Then reheat 'em, then re-release 'em
We competin' on they beats so we can beat them
A feature with me and them seem like I'm eatin' some
Ether, I'm eatin' a piece of 'em, I ain't leavin' a crumb neither
You hear this shit?
I gotta bring it back
Uhh, bang
Black Hand Gang, whassup?
Huh? My name Grand, how? Crooked
-Ahem- Whassup, huh? Bang
I'm the real rapper eater
I chew 'em up, spit 'em out
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out
I am the beast that take instrumental CDs
And put each beat on repeat
Then leave 'em six feet deep
Eat 'em crispy and sweet, yum
Heat-seek 'em, steam-clean 'em
Then reheat 'em, then re-release 'em
We competin' on they beats so we can beat them
A feature with me and them seem like I'm eatin' some
Ether, I'm eatin' a piece of 'em, I ain't leavin' a crumb neither
Pick three of 'em, I'm eatin' either one
He's a bum, MCs need to run and keep the gun heater
I leave blood when the front of my teeth sunk deeper
You see eight MCs, I see one pizza
Them eight slices that come with that free one liter
I need one freezer, for them rap crews
Your favorite rapper to grab the snack food
Straightjacket, imagine shakin' the lash loose
I ate past their wave caps and their tattoos
I ate their raps and way after the last spoon
I shitted, I went straight back in the bathroom
Schoolin' 'em, way back in the classroom
A few of them I left way back last June
I told 'em room, my flow may crack their bone
Cocaine, but you ain't know it came back that soon
I'm brewin' 'em, brown stewin' 'em, the chef is I
Whippin', in the kitchen I electrify
Different, I'm extra fly
See me in the videos, niggas recognize
I'm on MTV, and BET, and every channel live
So you can say that the revolution is televised
We speak in codes, my goonies is sellin' pies
If you listen when they talkin' you would think they sellin' fries
Move, step aside, my album is on the way
Hip-Hop could never die, my nigga
I chew 'em up (chew 'em up), spit 'em out (spit 'em out)
Chew 'em up (ah-ha), spit 'em out (spit 'em out)
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out
Crooked I, show them niggas what it's 'bout, huh?
Yo, it's all a game, meet the winner
I eat your dinner, keep street sweepers in a
Jeep and weed roller deeper than a
Freak's placenta, the beast is in us
Evil sinners, we frequently grim reap beginners
Soon as we aim them pipes at ya, life snatchers
Then snatch your afterlife right after
I might have to spray like taggers
Let my nine splatter your mind's data all on your nice swagger
Yeah, it's still the art of manslaughter
I'll kill your unborn granddaughter
By shootin' her future grandfather, if it wasn't for Bambaataa
I would kill niggas with blood spillin' quicker than tap water
Grab, let's make it official
I spit like I ate me a Patriot missile
Digested that and regurgitated a pistol
Play me, my .380'll whistle
Body still but your cranium swiveled
It's the four fingers up, two twisted with the thumb broke
Cancer in the lungs from inhalin' all this gun smoke
Bustas'll leave it, hustlas fuck with us
I'm walkin' with my jugulars bleedin', 'cause I'm cut-throat
Grab
Hahahaha, yeah, yaknahmean?
C.O.B., nigga!
East to West, West to East
Least to best, rest in peace
Killin' these rappers
Try to think first, it's the golden stigmas
Circle bustas, circle bustas
My name Grand, how? Crooked
-Ahem- Whassup, huh? Bang
I'm the real rapper eater
I chew 'em up, spit 'em out
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out