Artist: Doap Nixon f/ Celph Titled, Planetary, Reef the Lost Cauze, Vinnie Paz Album: Gray Poupon Song: Grand Opening (Remix) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Yeah, Gray Poupon, the remix! You thought I hit y'all right the first time? Got much more in the stash [Chorus: scratched 2X] "Things are done different in my zip code" "If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken" "You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled" "Today will be the grand opening of your chest" [over second Chorus repeat] I go by the name of Doap Nixon You already know that [Doap Nixon] Yo we done told you that we out on the frontline Now the money's comin, niggaz eatin like lunchtime Pazmania, Reef the Tazmanian Nickelbag niggaz ain't know I'm half-Ukrainian They slept on "Sour Diesel" like retards But this one's the second comin of Esau Ain't got to tell you 'bout the hoods that I'm runnin at But come with that shit, get your wig piece mummy wrapped The backyard's where the money's at You have to have to tell your friend's mom her son ain't comin back That's that shit that I'm talkin about You tryin to make it out the hood, ain't nobody tryin to walk it out It's grand opening, everybody's smokin and my Cali niggaz loc'n'n, thorough niggaz focusin And I ain't in this for the brizzles my nig But anybody wanna beef I'm pistol whippin they kids [Chorus] [Celph Titled] When the beef heat up, it'll pop the meat thermometer Head on collision put your teeth full speed in the speedometer The rapper rappers hate the most, my career blastin off Cause I went underground platinum with "The Gatalog" Four discs of torturer shit; and when I'm with my Pharaoh counterparts you get hit with the poisonous whip My brother Doap Nixon the flow's sickenin We put a bow on an opponent's forehead cause the dork said he's so gifted (Oh no he didn't!) Well yes I did I'm wild like an orangutan mixed with a gangbangin Mexican Shining like the aurora borealis is Swung so many nunchucks with my thumb tucked my palm developed callouses Armed with 40 calibres I will give you paralysis We just set a date the bullet holes'll mark your calendars Uhh, I'm just honest, so you can save your comments Eat you for a cheap dinner like I just ate ramen [Chorus] [Reef the Lost Cauze] Uhh~! Grand opening, grand closin I box with metal gloves son, the hands golden I pop whoever stand closest, I rock thousands across oceans I'm refreshed and I'm focused I'm the dopest, next to my brother Doap it's O.P.G., hit you like a swarm of locusts And we don't even deal with promoters Just send us the deposit and tell us what time the do's it I'm not apologetic 'bout how I said it How powerful the set is, or the bar and how high I set it It's how I get it laugh when they ask debit or credit Then reach in my pocket proceed to peel lettuce Let us, bow our heads and rejoice in the light It's Lost Cauze the most powerful voice on the mic And that's not for discussion, don't be makin assumptions That's when I Steve Young 'em Eight straight to the stomach you bitch!! [Chorus] [Planetary] Severe rap, fear that, Philly bring the beards back Trigger like a fish make a nigga change the beer tap +Grand Opening+ ready for that biznap Streets full of blood, you ain't lettin your kids out I make a rapper wig out from the lyrics They can't see me I'm a spirit; born to be fearless I'm a promoter of colder days, shoot like a soldier blade Throw a fit quick, probably break your fuckin shoulder blades It's only right I spit this verse on a cold night Came to bring the flame and burn your rep for your whole life (It's over~!) I'm so nice competition is dead weight A head case can't get my fuckin head straight My shit spit critical like a fed case Crazy, got you niggaz huffin that led base Massive meltdown, bring the red tape Pharaoh Clique, rap keepin my breath great [Chorus] [Vinnie Paz] You sleepin with the enemy that's who you in bed with I'll put your brain matter back to the edge of the desert Y'all ain't never 'gwan win, you just a contestant The 40 .cal dumb loud and bust your intestines HAHAHAHAHA~! You see it's cold on the dark streets You a corner store rapper, I'm an artiste We Official Pistol Gang and we all beasts I love blood, I don't cook, it's a raw feast HAHAHAHAHA~! But y'all know how that go Boricuas, morenos, told me that I'm a natural So I walked in the booth and went whacko Murdered anybody that ever wanted to battle I love bitches but they get on my nerves That's the reason that I send 'em OT for the birds They can take the L for me or I beat 'em with words You can catch me chillin on the balc' and see what to serve Yeah [Chorus] [Chorus] - repeat with ad libs to fade