No Matter What
Grieves Lyrics


I was born with the ability to see stars
Walk steady on the beat
Meeting each bar
Little goofy motherfucker
Hittn C sharp
Swimming through the game like I'm a riding on a reef shark
Please
All I need is 88 keys
And the drum line jumpin off an MPC
To be easy
Got a lot of ghosts to chase
And a couple lady problems I'm supposed to face
hold off on em
Take another sip off the swamp water
Put a kiss on the cheek of your mom's daughter
Dance around like a fool spilling my lager
And I won't ever be a pimp, so baby why bother?
Nah
I guess it ain't my style
26 with a twist and a face like a child
Hate it if it makes you smile
Cause in the end of it it all fades away when the fake takes trail
Kick rocks

No matter what, it comes to be
You can kiss my ass if you doubted me
Cause all that jabber that your babbling
Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

Look
I was born to be a moon walker
Walk into the club, suddenly the room's darker?
Fan favorite of the street preacher
Peace keeper
Bridge groomer jumped the broom said skip it on a street sweeper
But don't come at me with beef, I'm a meat eater
With tongue and teeth that'll cut you like a meat cleaver
Miscreet beaver
Like damn it all to hell
Told the fam I'm gonna rap
None of that went over well
I could tell they just worry
I'm trying to court the game and judge you by your hung jury
And I don't sport a chain
Blame it on my ancestors
Brought to port of slaves while I failed to be affected by a lust for foreign aid
And none of ya'll blame thinkin rap is all the same
But I can promise you to never keep it formulaic
Im here to raise the bar though, I never caught a case
And maybe while I'm at it score a babe and fornicate
I'm human is all I'm saying

No matter what, it comes to be
You can kiss my ass if you doubted me
Cause all that jabber that your babbling
Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

Skinny as a fence post
Moving through the crowd
Dancing off rhythm just a minimal amount
For the hell of it
I've been on the road too long
And got a head like a weather balloon floating along
Approaching the dawn
You ain't got a jab I ain't ever heard
I let sarcasm fly like a feathered bird
So if you're looking some gratifying better words
You can try writing out letter to the editor
Hah
Cause I ain't got not time
I'm on my 247 and my 3-6-5
I got my heavy oar paddling to reach that prize
And you can see the dedication in my eyes
Or maybe that's the hangover
Creeping up my skull like a bad shadow
I can take it o the rocks
I am that agile
So if you came here to be that asshole
You can pick another cat to hassle
I should slap you.

No matter what, it comes to be
You can kiss my ass if you doubted me
Cause all that jabber that your babbling
Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

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Comments from YouTube:

04mzwach

dr. dre. lol!

Noob

I like the instrumental

Cameron Kovacs

kids dope

Shayler Gheen

food for thought. That kind of style you should do a collaboration with atmosphere make a great hit 💯

Andrew Oliver

Grieves featured in a sweet track by an Aussie outfit Horrorshow for their song "on the one hand". Rhymesayers and Aus hip hop go well IMO

Keala Kapapa

Shayler Gheen he did a song with slugg from atmosphere called "astronauts" off his album "winter and the wolves"

Cameron Kovacs

whos the second rapper?

Patrick Day

Cameron Kovacs krukid

Kenzo B

Krukid

BagelTanker

Reminds me of eyedea and abilities.

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