Break the Mould - Grap Luva, The Nextmen

«I'm international»

«Got to uphold the raw shit»

Yo' check it

My writin' tight words

I incite these herbs to bite

Complex like walkin' through

Project streets at night

Made a pact with God

To uphold the raw shit

Don’t flip

We gettin' rotations

Like buzz clips

While you wait to react

I launch my attack

From the ground up

Right and exact

Like these tracks

Hittin' on facts

Weavin' gold on wax

Up late nights

Scribing these rhymes

By candlelight

Sodomites take delight

In the words I recite

Proceed to educate

At the jam I stimulate

Where I’m from got potential

Plus grabs in the barrel

Holdin' people down longer

Than the grey pharaoh

Makin' rows narrow

So we achieve all goals

See sights

Watch dreams

Unfold quench the soul

With the words

I possess the story is told

When I’m done creatin' this

I got to break the mould

«Grap Luva

Comin' straight from New York»

Yo, Avoidin' stress

Never take a life for chess

Concidered blessed

Movin' amongst the madness

While protected plus

I’ve been selected

To bring wannabees

To their knees

Who be claimin' these

It’s a general thing

My status, seven stars

My M-16 is these sixteen bars

Third eye open

Refuse to scribe foolishness

Usin' this to project word sound

(Connect the power)

Get respect

Lead these seeds by example

Like a tree in growth

I keep my roots ample

Your mind’s

A corridor darker than

Full of confusion

I come with remedies

That crush all illusions

Yo

I write my rhymes

One day at a time

Average cats bite styles

(Better off bein' mines)

With these lines

I possess my story is told

Biters

They getting bold

So I breaks the mold

(Here we go)

«Rap murder

Comin' straight from New York»

Highly unlike

Any other cats on mics

I mesmirize as these beats

And rhymes

(They take flight)

When in rhyme fights

Inspired by my tight flow

Astute attribute

Bound to win, place in show

But I’m no race horse

Forget whippin' up on me

Get your wolves and your meager

Army there’s no harm in me

Listen made your stash

From no giggas and pimp hats

We don’t pop shit

To leather gems while they bitch

Pull their car quick

They ungrateful an' slick

If they weaker then their flows

Then your flow ends quick

Slack jaw cats

With no facts always complain

Subliminal beats won’t work

(Call my name)

Still the Y.S.B.

Crushin' flies so swiftly

Brothas won’t know

You as a true emcee

(Rather intense b)

That’s how my story is told

My soul was never sold

Because I broke the mould