“Hip-Hop Classic”

Written and Produced by Grip Grand/ G. Winogrond for Broakland Music, BMI

(Adlibs)

Verse 1:

I’m from the West Coast, but I ain’t a felon or thug

I stay in fresh mode, rappin’ is a hell of a drug

If you see the fam, tell ‘em it’s love that kept me in the lab

Outta touch, on the grind, sellin’ my blood

In CDs and LPs, mixtape appearances

Kids say they waitin’ for that Grip plate, and here it is

Take it serious!

They said it’s time to build?

Well stand back and watch Grip make the pyramids!

When I was a kid I had a tape of “Delirious”

It was hilarious

Sorta like your style, which is why you’re embarr-a-ssed

File under “Various Artists Whose Songs Sound…When Compared to This”

I couldn’t care a bit, I’ve tooken care of it

And got the competition lookin’ for a therapist

It’ll prob’ly take a couple of sessions

Wait, tell the doctor that I got a couple of questions, like…

Chorus:

I’m tryin’ to make a hip-hop classic, so tell me what that is

Tell me what that is

It isn’t somethin’ you could sell in a package

But is it somethin’ you could tell if you have it?

I think I started to develop a habit

I said I’m tryin’ to make a hip-hop classic, so tell me what that is

Tell me what that is

It isn’t somethin’ you could sell in a package

But is it somethin’ you could tell if you have it?

I tried to tell ‘em I’m a hell of an addict

Verse 2:

Here we go, low budget like matinees

Take your fronts out, Tom Hanks, “Castaway”—that’s your face

Rap is great, no debates, no mistakes

Grip ride with no b-brakes

Yo, yo! Big things, call me overweight

Hope to make hits like the Oakland A’s

Long time, work hard, get no r-raise

No p-praise, boss say you’re overpaid

In Broakland, where I make my stand

They cut the water and the power off

How I’m ‘posed to make my jams,

Or rap fresh even if I ain’t bathed for days?

Don’t make me laugh, like “Hkk-hkk-hkk!” Flavor Flav

Pay to play, Bay shit like Taydatay

I’m from the League—Rec League, not the JLA

We all drink, smoke, quote “In a Major Way”

And we don’t hate taxes—we don’t pay that shit!

Chorus:

I’m tryin’ to make a hip-hop classic, so tell me what that is

Tell me what that is

It isn’t somethin’ you could sell in a package

But is it somethin’ you could tell if you have it?

I think I started to develop a habit

I said I’m tryin’ to make a hip-hop classic, so tell me what that is

Tell me what that is

It isn’t somethin’ you could sell in a package

But is it somethin’ you could tell if you have it?

I tried to tell ‘em I’m a hell of an addict

 

“Hip-Hop Classic” appears on the Grip Grand album Brokelore (2008).