Down to Earth

[Verse 1: Grav] My style stays on point like spraypaint on eight trains Try to picture that shit and it'll blow you out the frame Now c'mon, my rap skills are beyond Verbals make niggas fold like futons When they try to switch styles and get convertible I loosen up screws so that their joints ain't workable My tongue is a drill on a mission to kill Sabotage all those who put up a facade And fake like they're kings, they're just peasants Tempted like Christ meetin' the devil in the desert Repentin' for their mortal sins Tryna fuck around with Grav when they couldn't win Yo check my lyrical microphones Just like [?] speaker cones See when a nigga spends time in the lab It works fast so we givin' others jet lag That's how me and my team keep catchin' [?] And expand like bands on a soloflex So what all these bitch niggas want? Ain't no need for Grav to ever front, yo forever like this [Hook: Grav] What these niggas want from skills you'll never [?] Represent Down to Earth forever, who? G-G-G-Gravity Yo what they want? Front skills never mean Represent Down to Earth forever, who? G-G-G-Gravity Oooh God I warned yah, I hit that ass catacorner And still be gettin' straight to the point Smoke mics like joints, wack rappers on the ave With nothing better to do for the evening, now [?] [?] behind in a cloud, ka-pow The dirt and dust, from ill lyrics that I bust Rhymes are more underground than archaeological finds So thus I influence minds, like narcotics I [?] if you don't [?] [?] funk mechanisms than robotics I be tellin' weak crews, come on [?] [?] in a planetary like [?] I [?] cause my flows is prime And my mind skills is optimus, it ain't no stoppin' us Yo even if you built the strongest barricade GRAV breaks through, niggas still gettin' slayed Yo even if you had the longest ruler You still couldn't measure, nigga's too deep like sunken treasure