Vice Gripp – Backdraft (Guru/Mobb Deep diss)
// October 4th, 2009 // Audio
I felt like these mutha fukkas disrespected Southern artists and the culture of our hip hop down here so I wrote em a lil suttin suttin ya dig?!?! Click continue reading to view the lyrics.
Who you sayin aint got no lyrics?
Who you sayin aint got no lyrics?
Who you sayin aint got no lyrics?
Sneak dissin all the time like bitches
I’m tired of the talkin, if Hip Hop is dead
I’ll set fire to it’s coffin, I drip drop with lead
Outta polymer chambers, these emcees in danger
Slick talkin out they mouth, Vice Gripp spittin razors
They sayin that the South aint got no emcees
Best believe the Broward County Cannibal will proceed
To throw all they dead bodies on the mutha fukkin barbeque
Fukk how you feel open ya chest and really dishearten you
Michael Myers, knifes and pliers, introduce the new villian
Think you on a pedistal that makes you a stool pigeon
….In the interviews, tryna be all in the news
How come no one makes a track to express all these views??
Huh?? cuz then you know run the risk
Of an emcee like myself tearin you faggets to bits
Well call this shit initiative, don’t make a mistake
Yall gone respect the Southside let’s get that shit straight
I grew up on this shit, bumped it all front to back
From Wu-Tang to Trick Daddy bitch I’m livin facts
Hip hop is a culture and in it I’m spittin sulfur
If you think you rydin beats I must have a shofar
I saw a video where Guru had to speak his peace
Please, Gangstarr burned out back in 2003
Yo influence in rap aint been felt in years
Real talk, without DJ Premier you wouldn’t have a career
Welcome to incineration from across the nation
Fukk spittin fire I spit ultraviolet radiation
Concentrated and then weaponized, u best recognize
I come from a city where fashions Colombian neck ties
That fagget Havoc runnin lips while his boy
Prodigy is probably suckin dicks listen bitch
Yeeeaaint fukkin wit my verbage, this murders full service
Yall shoulda quit rap when Pac made u tuck ya purses
I’ll put my life on this track, that boy Vice he can rap
I aint no thug tryna trap but I’ve touched my share of packs
They thinkin life is wonderful, chillin livin comfortable
They don’t know I’ll chop up em and eat on some lunchables
At this point in time, nothin is right in my life
So I’m liable to use a keyhole saw to remove ya eyes
Vice, he the fukkin Devil’s advocate
Gripp is like God tryna talk the boy out of it
Take a beat and ravage it, Psyko South we savages
They say they lettuce get a head that’s why we stack the cabbages
Much more than average, this aint on no battle shit
This is me comparably showin where the talent is
Take hip hop and balance it, homie I’m for it
But yall barely stimulating while my verses euphoric
The artform Vice Gripp is here to restore it
Don’t make me have to ship all these corpses off to storage
