Gridlocked from Gridlocked (EP) by Smith Foxe

I am hip-hop, I am Rock n roll,
3 parts mind heart and soul, 3 parts cock-n-balls!
Take it how you wanna, just like your girl did (oh!)
I fuck bad bitches and she got caught in the mix
I been on all 3 sides of that situation
Getting in and out is trickier than church masturbation!
Without the congregation creepin’ on your desecration
Or clocking it’s really sex magick in the convocation
Or the benediction, go forth with good Dick, son
And stay away from minors even if you’re south of Mason Dixon
“Hey fuck you, snowflake, that was a different time”
What’d I make you mad about now? I guess I’m out of line!

Put your hands up—you can’t put ‘em down
Gridlocked in the music, reaching for the crown
Hip-hop is the music reaching for the crowd
Til the last fire out, we reaching for the crowd

When I was 10 I used to play on the street
But as time has gone by I learn to stay on the beat
When I was 10 I used to play in the freeway
Single turntable in my room—I could DJ!
Never had no Funk records, always had the classic rock
Cutting Van Halen riffs, mix it with Sebastian Bach
Skid Row, I didn’t like Johann till college days
Benton Hall, bending over Yolanda all the ways
She was the first chair flautist in the symphony
But when I made her sing she was the loudest in the symphony
But when she played my flute it was a sweet, sweet, melody
Making me sing after intense crescendoing
Inspiration for my audition – didn’t make it
I know she made it because I know that she’s never fake it…

Put your hands up—you can’t put ‘em down
Gridlocked in the music, reaching for the crown
Hip-hop is the music reaching for the crowd
Til the last fire out, we reaching for the crowd

• Alternative
• Alternative Hip-Hop
• EDM
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Rock
• independent hip-hop
• Salem