"A Penny"
Written by Grip Grand/G. Winogrond for Broakland Music and Richie Cunning/R. Lipton for Son of the City Music, ASCAP
Produced by DJ Flip and Freezemaster Slick for Verbal Tea, ASCAP
(Adlibs)
Verse 1 (Grip Grand):
A penny for my thoughts? Keep the change.
I'll still take it back (Way back!) like the last time my beeper rang.
Tell U2 the sweetest thing
Is when I get smart with the rhyme and start shinin' like Stephen King.
We hijackin' for a penny and
Plus take 'em out like the third-row seats in a minivan.
It's a scam, if I make the call-
Finally got a piece of the pie, but I was starvin' so I ate it all.
I ain't involved with your pettiness.
The B is a shark-tank, and Grip is all teeth like Tom Petty is.
I'm armed and ready 'cuz I won't back down,
And this is the real West-we True Grit, you Brokeback Mountain.
Go back to Suckertown, off with your crown!
I fought the law, left 'em in the streets, "Officer down!"
Walkin' around like we own the place, but we don't own s***.
Tell these labels that they don't own Grip!
Chorus:
I need a penny!
A penny if you want my two cents,
Give me a penny!
A penny for my overdue rent,
I need a penny!
A penny is the price I got
For my blueprint, two cents, twice as hot!
(Repeat)
Verse 2 (Richie Cunning):
A-yo, a penny for my thoughts, I'll open up my dome
And sell you a hundred and fifty so I can catch a bus home.
Matter of fact, if you wanna get philosophical,
I talk for a profit and chop it up until my pocket's full.
'Cuz I been sittin' on a couple of things,
Straight strugglin' with this life and all the trouble it brings.
I got enough thoughts to last
A millennium and plenty of 'em only cost a penny if you cross my path.
You know I can't be sharin' my songs.
I'm tryin' to make more than a penny so that I can take care of my moms.
(For real!)
I remember bein' a toddler,
And pops would tell me to keep a copper in my pocket like a mobster.
I wander streets sippin' a bottle of stout,
Thinkin' million dollar thoughts but I keep tossin' 'em out.
So call me the big spender. Yo, I hope they remember this
When I end up penniless and forgotten about.
Gimme your money!
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Grip Grand):
Yo! A penny for your thoughts?
That's a b** deal, as anyone will
Tell you who's livin' in the jungle.
Welcome to b**ville. We try to get this money, but still
It's only until some villain vics you for your bundle.
Did I m-mumble?
The B is where I hang my chapeau.
It ain't a castle-on the other hand, I ain't an a******.
I guess it works out.
Tell Flip I'm tryin' to get this verse out.
I love a free beat, because I'm cheap-cheap like a birdhouse.
You know it's Broakland,
Where businesses is always closin'.
Why you suppose then
The liquor store is always open?
I'm always frozen, and I don't mean like all these diamonds.
It's always cold and
My rap's hot, so I'm always rhymin'.
Hotter than hot now.
I'm rappin' while I'm actin' hostile.
I'm really not now-I'm cool, calm, and collected like I'm Moscow.
You lost out, so now you wanna call the cops out?
Call it a cop out...
Jaw droppin', so call it a knockout!
Here's a penny!
(Chorus)
Outro:
I need a penny!
What?
I need a penny!
What what?
A penny!
What?
Gimme a penny!
What?
(repeat)
Written by Grip Grand/G. Winogrond for Broakland Music and Richie Cunning/R. Lipton for Son of the City Music, ASCAP
Produced by DJ Flip and Freezemaster Slick for Verbal Tea, ASCAP
(Adlibs)
Verse 1 (Grip Grand):
A penny for my thoughts? Keep the change.
I'll still take it back (Way back!) like the last time my beeper rang.
Tell U2 the sweetest thing
Is when I get smart with the rhyme and start shinin' like Stephen King.
We hijackin' for a penny and
Plus take 'em out like the third-row seats in a minivan.
It's a scam, if I make the call-
Finally got a piece of the pie, but I was starvin' so I ate it all.
I ain't involved with your pettiness.
The B is a shark-tank, and Grip is all teeth like Tom Petty is.
I'm armed and ready 'cuz I won't back down,
And this is the real West-we True Grit, you Brokeback Mountain.
Go back to Suckertown, off with your crown!
I fought the law, left 'em in the streets, "Officer down!"
Walkin' around like we own the place, but we don't own s***.
Tell these labels that they don't own Grip!
Chorus:
I need a penny!
A penny if you want my two cents,
Give me a penny!
A penny for my overdue rent,
I need a penny!
A penny is the price I got
For my blueprint, two cents, twice as hot!
(Repeat)
Verse 2 (Richie Cunning):
A-yo, a penny for my thoughts, I'll open up my dome
And sell you a hundred and fifty so I can catch a bus home.
Matter of fact, if you wanna get philosophical,
I talk for a profit and chop it up until my pocket's full.
'Cuz I been sittin' on a couple of things,
Straight strugglin' with this life and all the trouble it brings.
I got enough thoughts to last
A millennium and plenty of 'em only cost a penny if you cross my path.
You know I can't be sharin' my songs.
I'm tryin' to make more than a penny so that I can take care of my moms.
(For real!)
I remember bein' a toddler,
And pops would tell me to keep a copper in my pocket like a mobster.
I wander streets sippin' a bottle of stout,
Thinkin' million dollar thoughts but I keep tossin' 'em out.
So call me the big spender. Yo, I hope they remember this
When I end up penniless and forgotten about.
Gimme your money!
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Grip Grand):
Yo! A penny for your thoughts?
That's a b** deal, as anyone will
Tell you who's livin' in the jungle.
Welcome to b**ville. We try to get this money, but still
It's only until some villain vics you for your bundle.
Did I m-mumble?
The B is where I hang my chapeau.
It ain't a castle-on the other hand, I ain't an a******.
I guess it works out.
Tell Flip I'm tryin' to get this verse out.
I love a free beat, because I'm cheap-cheap like a birdhouse.
You know it's Broakland,
Where businesses is always closin'.
Why you suppose then
The liquor store is always open?
I'm always frozen, and I don't mean like all these diamonds.
It's always cold and
My rap's hot, so I'm always rhymin'.
Hotter than hot now.
I'm rappin' while I'm actin' hostile.
I'm really not now-I'm cool, calm, and collected like I'm Moscow.
You lost out, so now you wanna call the cops out?
Call it a cop out...
Jaw droppin', so call it a knockout!
Here's a penny!
(Chorus)
Outro:
I need a penny!
What?
I need a penny!
What what?
A penny!
What?
Gimme a penny!
What?
(repeat)