This song was self-produced by Chuck Nasty. Originally this beat was just a loop made with the purpose of it being an instrumental that would exclusively made for drunk freestyling.
The first half of the song, referred to as "Bishop," was inspired by Vince Staple's song "65 Hunnit" from his Hell Can Wait EP.
The second half of the song, referred to as "The Wizard of Oz," was inpired by Action Bronson's song"Seven Series Triplets" from his Saab Stories EP.
lyrics
BISHOP
Uh huh...yeah...
Uh huh..yeah...
...Yeah
When you got the juice you never lose it,
And if you never had the juice you'd drown yourself in liquor 'fore you started making music.
So air-headed that I thought I dug the acoustics,
And 808s hit harder than the 'Goose hits.
Welcome to the thin line of joys and sorrows, we ackin' stupid.
The God said he'd spit it like The Blueprint
Just to give his two cents, I hate to be a nuisance,
While sparring with the mirror 'noticed your reflection do flinch.
What a fucking coward.
Far from the actually empowered.
The Bruce Banner, stretching out his khakis, Eddie Bauers.
Ego often blurries the vision like foggy glasses.
Eyes catch the contact highs, the brain's blasted.
Gotta be or else I might as well be in a casket.
Or at least successful, what a bastard.
Used to be a never been; could never be a has been.
'Funny how they treat the cleanest nigga like the trash bin,
Ask him.
And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth!
Got the juice!
Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof!
Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe!
I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof,
Living proof,
Nigga juice...
And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth!
Got the juice!
Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof!
Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe!
I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof,
Living proof.
THE WIZARD OF OZ
Nigga you know I put the work in...
Titanic, Cha-la-blis, or the gin over rocks, the iceberg den.
Still slurred.
Jeans over the spurs, John Wayne.
Cave a nigga face in, Saddam Hussein.
Smoklin' C4.
And we throw deuces in champagne,
You on that John McCain campain, "You niggas losin."
Straight outta Jerusalem, he like Jeru the Damaja.
Got these intermediate niggas lookin' like amateurs.
2K raitings: 99 locked in the stamina.
All-Star shooter.
Shoot the fade with the nigga while he sleepin, Freddy Krueger.
Ruby you with the Ruger...
Ugn...
Fadeaway for the camera.
Block it, well can or can't ya?
Xan in the Tropicana.
'Tussin inside the Fanta.
Sip the potion like mana.
Be a real man, baked, like potatoes and veal, lamb,
Show you the anger inside the man like I'm a banner.
Bruce to be exact.
Loosely, I'm too attached.
Turn loose leaf into a track.
Smoke reefer like cigs and blacks.
I'm the G.O.D.
Geodude, I'm rock solid.
Steady flexin' on my opponent, I pop collars.
Grinnin' like the Wizard of Oz; Wizard of ounces.
Moonwalking over the bricks,
Mario Brothers, we are not plumbers!
Feeling drained, hit the blunt and my eyes went Scott Summers!
Sweatin' through cold winters and shivered through hot summers.
Studied, and got dumber.
My nigga Marvin's a Martian, his rover's a drop Hummer!
The type of 808 that make Thor go, "It's not thunder?"
Higher than Top Gun-ers,
You niggas I'm not under.
And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth!
Got the juice!
Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof!
Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe!
I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof,
Living proof,
Nigga juice...
And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth!
Got the juice!
Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof!
Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe!
I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof,
Living proof.
Nigga juice.
GRYSCL is an alternative hip hop comic book experience project out of Old Town Petersburg, Virginia. The active members of
GRYSCL are front-man Chuck Nasty, the ghost of his best friend Maxamillian (Millz), and lead producer Evrlyontheglitch, as well as the greater cloud of producers associated with GRYSCL,