- Votes:
- Composers:
- P Mickey
- Bailey Musa
- Saul Stacey Williams
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- dance
- funk
- rap
 
- See also:
Saul Williams - Grippo lyrics
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 one is but son, we wrote them songs
 It was a ploy
 Got fools tied up with mechanized toys
 We are beings to 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 no no one
 Alone on a mountan top, uprooted from the earth
 Drifting beyond normalcy, a gold piece in God's purse is
 worthless here, we're earthless here
 God versus fearSaul Williams - Grippo - http://motolyrics.com/saul-williams/grippo-lyrics.html
 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
 (Ha ha ha ha ha..)
 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
 Grippo!
 HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, everbody
 HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey
 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















