GRIP Freestyle | Bootleg Kev & DJ Hed

[Verse]
Look, look my diction cause friction
You not conditioned for competition
Those who listening, no convincing
Ahead by leaps and bounds
You fitted your flow, could close some distance
GRIP spit scriptures that'll make you question your whole existence
You need more assistance, I'm a force to be reckoned with
Niggas is sweet, claimin' they got stripes, that's a peppermint
I ran in that underground scene last year
I'm gearin' up for my second stint
Snubnose is what I blessed 'em with
But in present tense, my presence is that of a precipice
You niggas just hanging on by your necklaces
This is effortless, after this, and any sceptics that second guess me
Got MCs shook like epilepsy
I'm finna' blow, don't take lightly to bomb threats
Back when I was servin' sets at my apartment complex
I was complex, and nowadays they cover the kid at Complex
Shoutout to Jacob, every time I see him I thank him
This is my sanctum, it's you that should be seeking refugee
Studying my footsteps while bracin' for my next moves
[?] my style into a test tube, fathered your flow
You ungrateful fucks will never acknowledge it though
Pistol on your IG, you just got it for show
I know for a fact that you never shot it before
And you ain't ever need to
Claimin' you came from that life, we don't believe you
While real niggas share stories behind they battle scars, you that lame nigga be talking 'bout "Me too"
With squat to prove it
I could tell from your body movements you never had beef
This internet shit is not included, I've got to do it
'cause if I don't, nobody will
I seen the level niggas'll stoop to for a dollar bill, kill, rob and steal
One day you have to lay in that bed that you made
I told you niggas, don't sip the Kool Aid
As I owe it to the '90s, I rock a fade
I know that I'm too cold with this rhymin', and not get paid
I'm blockin' shade, opp'll get to plottin', the block get sprayed
Product of the- never knew where my poppa stayed
Fast forward twenty-something years and I'm the same
Heredity is to blame what a shame, uh
Put a diseappearing act on a dame like David Blaine
If you can make a gang, you Damon Wayans
In pursuit of more money, you down to leave a heart in major pain
I'm pavin' lanes, kickin' ass, and takin' names, stakin' claims
But you can't hate the player, you hate the game, uh
I know my disc bang, so when you diss you dismiss with disdain
I go against grain, like a barber that lack skills, I'm that real
My raps heal like I had a pen full of penicillin
I been a villain on raps heel, don't get your cap peeled with this verbal ammo, black Rambo, with my hand on the strap handle aimin' at you rap sambos
All you artists look like target practice
I take you back to when I wrote the murder rockin' the starter jacket
A criminal blarin' through my headphones from that walkman in my pocket
I ain't have enough to cop it, shoplifted for the first time while my momma was shoppin'
I ain't have too many options, 'cause in my optics three stacks was like a prophet
Who knew his prophecies would assist me like Stockton
Got me talkin' this jazz like woodwinds
Was tired of takin' L's when I knew that I could win