“Grip is the type of artist that brings you into his world and expresses himself through a complete composed body of work. If true album artists in this era are a rare breed- then Grip is a unicorn! We’re excited for him to join the Shady Records family,” says Paul Rosenberg.
“It was one of those full-circle moments because I grew up on Eminem so to have him reach out and let me know how dope my shit is was so cool. Excited to partner with Shady/Interscope and get the music out on a larger platform,” says GRIP.
Grip debuted back in 2017 with his album PORCH which received acclaim from the local Atlanta community. He later returned with his sophomore project Snubnose and put out a couple of EPs in 2020, Halo and PROBOSCIDEA. Back in February, he teased fans with the release of 2 albums in 2021.
Eminem and Shady Records took to social media to announce their newest signee, East Atlanta’s GRIP. GRIP also shared a picture of himself with Eminem in the studio.
Come on
Grip Lyrics
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Stucco cave make me illi okay okay feel me
I'm in an eight high abandoned building
No daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my stallion
So I'm surrounded
Fuck a Nazi
When the world comes knocking
Fuck the world fuck this body
Know it won't be long be now
Feel my nerves wet my brown
Mood in my tomb red moon heavy
Sling jaw shot out the window and yell
Come up and get me
I'm epiphanic amnesia
I'm in Jimmy Page's castle
I'm off the planet
Echo astral
Final lasso
The Sacto asshole
I'm not down for anything
Fuck around and say anything
My stone wall it's on dog gaze duct taped to the ceiling
Stucco cave make me illi okay okay feel me
I'm in an eight high abandoned building
No daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my stallion
So I'm surrounded
Geiger count it not goin' out shits 'bout to get kamikaze
Fuck a Nazi
Come up and get me
My life is a fuck
Ain't one thing I don't hate
Tell me my times almost up
I will say I can't wait
Put your gun to my head
I'll blow smoke in your face
Think you got what it takes
Come up and get me
Can't tell hell in my head
Thirteenth bell am I dead
Or in asylum pill force fed
Lyin' to myself all by myself
Strapped down to my bed
Tongue cut out the mouth of reason
And chucked off the rivers edge
Think fast is it tear gas or fear masked
By figments of my fragmented mind
Who's my enemy them or me
Step to me and you'll die
Grand delusions magnified
Fuck the truth wastes my time
It's all good bet what's that
Footsteps on the stairs
Never could rest they're always there
Who are they? I don't care
I just know they're tryin' to X me
Give a fuck, come up and get me
The lyrics of Grip's song "Come On" depict a sense of hopelessness, isolation and paranoia experienced by the singer in an abandoned building. The stone wall and the duct tape on the ceiling give a sense of entrapment, a feeling that he can't escape the situation he's in. The abandoned building provides a sense of emptiness, which is amplified by the lack of daylight and only one midnight lamp lit twenty-four-seven. The murdered out windows and two exits all add up to the sense that the singer is on his own and is surrounded by danger. He feels as though suicide is not an option, although death is always imminent.
As the lyrics progress, we see the singer's state of mind deteriorate further into complete denial and rejection of reality. He imagines himself in Jimmy Page's castle, off the planet, and in a state of epiphanic amnesia. His only outburst, "Come up and get me" suggests a certain level of frustration and challenge. It's as though he is daring the oppressors to come and get him, suggesting that he is ready to face whatever is to come. His final lines "Give a fuck, come up and get me" show that he's given up on any hope of escape and is ready to face whatever consequences confront him.
The lyrics and the music of "Come On" have a deep sense of melancholy and depressive themes. It speaks of an individual who is dealing with internal turmoil, and the emotions of fear, anxiety, and uncertainty that come with it. The words provide a sense of rawness and absence of an idealistic outlook on life. Overall, "Come On" is a reflection of the complexities of the human experience.
Line by Line Meaning
My stone wall it's on dog gaze duct taped to the ceiling
I am in a place where there's a stone wall that has a dog gazing at it, which is duct taped to the ceiling.
Stucco cave make me illi okay okay feel me
The stucco cave where I am makes me feel sick, although I am trying to convince myself that I'm okay.
I'm in an eight high abandoned building
I am currently occupying an abandoned building that is eight stories high.
No daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
There is no natural daylight in the building, and the only source of light is a lamp that is lit constantly, even at midnight.
Murdered out windows two exits
There are windows that have been blacked out to the point that you cannot see through them. There are also two exits.
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
If I were to leave the building, I could either hit the street or fall to my death instantly.
And suicide ain't my stallion
I'm not suicidal.
So I'm surrounded
I feel like I am being surrounded.
Geiger count it not goin' out shit's 'bout ta get kamikaze
I can sense that something bad is going to happen; I'm feeling like I'm in the middle of a kamikaze mission, and my Geiger counter is going crazy.
Fuck a Nazi
I hate Nazis.
Come up and get me
If you want to find me, come and get me, I'm not hiding.
My life is a fuck
My life sucks.
Ain't one thing I don't hate
There isn't a single thing in my life that I don't hate.
Tell me my times almost up
I feel like I don't have much time left to live.
I will say I can't wait
I'm at the point where I'm looking forward to dying.
Put your gun to my head
If you want to kill me, go ahead and put the gun to my head.
I'll blow smoke in your face
I will blow smoke in your face even if you're the one holding the gun.
Think you got what it takes
Do you have the guts to kill me?
Can't tell hell in my head
I feel like I'm in hell, and I can't tell if it's in my head or a real place.
Thirteenth bell am I dead
I'm wondering if I'm dead, because I hear a thirteenth bell which shouldn't be possible.
Or in asylum pill force fed
Maybe I'm in an asylum, being forced to take medication against my will.
Lyin' to myself all by myself
I'm not sure what's real and what's not anymore, and I'm telling myself lies to cope with my situation.
Strapped down to my bed
I feel trapped and unable to move.
Tongue cut out the mouth of reason
I feel like I've lost the ability to reason and make sense of things.
And chucked off the rivers edge
I feel like I've been thrown off the edge of a cliff and I'm freefalling.
Think fast is it tear gas or fear masked
I can't tell if the gas I'm smelling is tear gas or if it's just my fear making me smell things.
By figments of my fragmented mind
I'm seeing things that aren't really there, and my mind feels like it's breaking apart.
Who's my enemy them or me
I'm not sure if the people I see as my enemies are really the ones who are causing me harm, or if it's all in my head.
Step to me and you'll die
If you come near me, I might kill you.
Grand delusions magnified
My delusions are getting more and more intense, to the point where they feel grand.
Fuck the truth wastes my time
I don't care about the truth anymore, it feels like a waste of time.
It's all good bet what's that
Everything seems fine on the surface, but I know that something bad is coming.
Footsteps on the stairs
I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
Never could rest they're always there
I can't relax because the people who are after me are always nearby.
Who are they? I don't care
I don't know who these people are, and I don't care to find out.
I just know they're tryin' to X me
All I'm sure of is that these people are after me, trying to harm or kill me.
Give a fuck, come up and get me
I don't care what you're planning to do to me, come and get me.
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ANDREW MORIN
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