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JT Machinima

On The Grind

 

On The Grind

(álbum: JT XIX - 2020)


Once upon a time, I was fully strapped with my helmet and pads for safety
And hopped on my first skateboard in grade three
It had a grim reaper, branded with Andrew Reynolds
I dreamed to go pro, with fans, and medals
And yet I never even landed an Ollie
Until a different kinda skatepark I found
I was taught to get up after falling
Now nothing is gonna keep this Hawk down
Welcome to the warehouse my old stomping grounds
I'm popping mad shove it's and knocking boxes down
Flying off of gaps and ramps like I'm divine
Cuz I've been ripping nine hundred's since ninety nine
So if you wanna learn how step right into my birdhouse
But if you got vertigo I doubt this'll workout
I'll take you to school, hope you're taking some notes
While I'm breaking every record, you're probably breaking some bones
Chad Muska, bust out a downhill jam
Put "Superman" on loop cuz I'm all about that damn
Call me goldfinger take a peek at my medals
I got the Midas touch as I keep speeding through levels
And I can spell skate well, I've been practicing
Collecting secrets tapes, none with a Kardashian
I'm blasting off, yeah I'm talking Roswell compound
But it won't be long that they keep this alien lock down, cuz

I'm a superman, and I'm gonna fly
Off the rails, yet I never bail on the grind
Shake up a spray can
Painting my name all over this town
You don't wanna play a game of horse versus me
Cuz I'm a vert master, but I prefer the street
Everybody climb aboard, then we're gonna ride
Twenty four seven getting on the grind

I can run with the bulls cuz I'm an animal
And if we're talking combos, I wrote the manual
I've yet to find a special that I couldn't handle, yo
If anyone wants a cheatcode I got 'em handy bro
Stop! It's the cops, agh we gotta dip quick
"Assume the position, it's officer dick"
But I will no comply, I'm too busy McTwisting
I'll let you arrest me once, I've won this competition
I keep my cool in every heat
You can stop that clock, it don't matter to me
I do the best under pressure when I'm running outta time
Cuz I'm always on my grind
Then I'll head to Venice Beach, but it ain't to get a pump
Or to see string bikinis just a magic bum
Pull out the boombox and crank it to eleven
Ride till we die, then we'll head to skate heaven, woo

I'm a superman, and I'm gonna fly
Off the rails, yet I never bail on the grind
Shake up a spray can
Painting my name all over this town
You don't wanna play a game of horse versus me
Cuz I'm a vert master, but I prefer the street
Everybody climb aboard, then we're gonna ride
Twenty four seven getting on the grind

Full name is Tony "The Redtailed" Hawk
But forget wings, I can fingerflip airwalk
While we're talking wings I just put in an order in boneless
I'm a high roller despite looking homeless
Balance ain't a challenge, let's see how long I can hold this
When I'm tipsy, risky, hope I don't blow this
Straight out of a manual to dancing handstands
Who needs a green thumb with fancy handplants
I can mix any flips, spins, and grabs till I'm dizzy
You believe me if I said I sack tapped into a stiffy?
Hop off a wallplant landed on a lip, took it
To a noseslide, so when I came off it I was crooked
All existent competitions are more I'll be booking
Judges cleanse your palettes, behold what I've been cooking
I'm a rebel never selling out, no matter what you give me
But if sponsors wanna sign me, I'm tired of rolling indy

I'm a superman, and I'm gonna fly
Off the rails, yet I never bail on the grind
Shake up a spray can
Painting my name all over this town
You don't wanna play a game of horse versus me
Cuz I'm a vert master, but I prefer the street
Everybody climb aboard, then we're gonna ride
Twenty four seven getting on the grind

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