Grubbz

Grubbz

BandHip HopSpoken Word

Real Hip-Hop Lives!!! "I'm a Rugged, Raspy Rhymer who rips real beats; The Choosen Voice of those that's too hungry to speak!"

Biography

Greg “Grubbz” Banks, the fourth of six children raised in The Dunbar Apartments in Harlem, New York was one of the neighborhood wild children destined for greatness. His strong raspy voice and rugged delivery are his greatest gift to the hip-hop community.

Inspired by beat box sounds, Grubbz used his long commute from a Harlem neighborhood to a Queens, NY school as the perfect musical playground. He began by mimicking the various sounds he encountered on his ride. He moved on to incorporate these beats and the constant sounds of rush hour traffic, with the more popular beats heard daily on the radio, at school and on the streets. Soon, G-Dog was created and acquired many sounds and skills. His peers increased his talent and drive by competing against him to be the top at making music with their mouth. He worked to perfect his beats while his friends practiced rhyming. These lyrical styles eventually sparked his interest in freestyling rhymes. From the beginning, it came to him naturally. While on the streets with his “fellas”, they practiced in subway stations, abandoned buildings and hallways where the acoustics would carry the sounds to unfathomable heights. As his skills grew complex, he felt so should his name, from this G-dog took on the name Grubbz. He took what he did at school and home to the streets to vibe, collaborate and musically “battle” his neighborhood crew. That is where his name is said to have come from. To grub means to quickly devour in large amounts; GRUBBZ is one who can lyrically consume with various styles. That was just the beginning…

Feeling unsatisfied with the momentary effects of freestyling, Grubbz decided he needed more; he began to write. As Grubbz said, “Freestyling is clever but writing is forever!” Motivated by a strong sense of purpose and the urgency to breathe fresh breath in the face of the hip-hop industry, he relocated to Houston, TX in late ’97 to focus on his writing and music. Using his proficiency in beat boxing, this was the platform to springboard himself into the production of some of the beats to accompany his lyrics.

Currently, Grubbz is working on his second album as he prepares for the independent release of his first album, Grubbz – The Director’s Cut. All of his music delivers clear and precise messages about life. `Knowledge’ is a wake-up call to the world that knowledge is our most powerful weapon. Lyrics like “It holds the keys to destruction & world peace; the root of all evil is not what it seems to be” speaks volumes to those who forget that every human posses the power to build or destroy by way of knowledge. Grubbz states, “Even though I’m a writer now, I will always love freestyling because it’s a constant challenge between me and the moment! My music is a collection of thoughts, trials and experiences of my life that comes to life as soon as my pen touches the paper.”

Lyrics

KNOWLEDGE

Written By: Grubbz

Hook: 1x

Knowledge is a weapon that never dulls & never jams
never can be wrestled from out of the holder’s hands
It holds the key to destruction & world peace
the root of evil is not what it seems to be
It was the apple from that tree of the same name
the one that made a man think him & a god is the same thing
I only bore fruit rotten as can be straight to the seed
because I possessed no knowledge of me
And if knowing is half the battle & life is the war
then everyday I need to wake knowing more than before
I need to show that I can make something off more than the raw
I put my smarts on a circle & bypass the store
and bleed the streets wit’ heat in form of beats & vision
belief the beast won’t leave me at peace wit’ livin’
But I’m givin’ my all to the world wit’ my voice
‘cause knowledge is my only weapon of choice

Hook: 1x

Knowledge is a weapon you unload not reload
The magazine holds countless rounds of ammo
It can’t be muffled or silenced – never mistaken as violence
Carefully chooses it’s target & never misfires
Beepin’ machines can’t detect this – worth more than a necklace
It has no use in recklessness
Only the truest wise guys tote it
And you can let another nigga have it but you can’t let him hold it
It only comes automatic but in any color
The only thing that really matters is who’s the fastest puller
You can’t duck, you can’t dodge & you can’t evade
A weapon of mass construction – don’t be afraid
Let the impact knock sense back
into those who have artillery but don’t see it as that
Face the fact, you in possession of a concealed weapon
that can end it all in one second – use your discretion

Hook: 2x

PERFECT TEAM

Written By: Grubbz

Hook: 2x

Something in the way ya make feel
I can’t find no better love
‘Cause I know you are the one

We been together since childhood
You was a straight A student; good kid - I was a child hood
And they say opposites attract
But it seems to be the opposite straw that broke the camel’s back
We grew too far apart to see face to face
Without a dream to chase; we had to face the space
And our lives look small from so far away
but it looks a lot bigger today
I guess it’s too late; you was my first love my true love
I don’t need to say ya name; you know it’s you love
But I figured I’ma thug so screw love
‘cause thugs like fast cars, fast women, & cash
We don’t do love
But if you love somethin’ let it go
and if it comes back to you then it’s yours fa sure
and if it never returns it wasn’t yours from the start
Time can heal all wounds baby
Even a heart broken by love

Hook: 2x

I wish I could turn back the hands of time so I
could erase all the days that I made you cry
All the times that I left & you asked me to stay
and I ain’t come back so you wondered if I was o.k.
But I was too busy on the block sellin’ cheese
Runnin’ wit’ B.D.’s call myself stackin’ thees
fuckin’ wit’ hoes & duckin’ police
and then three days later I come home wit’ my apologies
But now my true love is long gone; she moved on
I guess she got tired of being treated wrong
getting’ mentally & verbally beat up on
and have to worry ‘bout if she gettin’ cheated on
I know I’ll neva’ find another who could love me like her
Through the good times, the bad times, the joy & the hurt
She was more than a lover - she was my best friend
I won’t be happy till I’m wit’ my true love again

Bridge: 1x
I threw away my true love
I thought I needed me a new love
I threw away our every dream
I made the perfect team with you love
I threw away the plans we made
Wit’ all the silly games that I played
If I could take it back I would trade
I wish I would’a stayed wit my true love

DB4D (DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR)

Written By: Grubbz

’m the type of nigga chief all day – be up all night
Bleed the block; get what I can – take flight
Cuff the dice – what’s in my hand ain’t nothin’ nice
You payin’ the price voluntarily or I heist
I chase paper like female faces on the bills
I grind everything from acid to X pills
A lip that ain’t tied tight will make a boat capsize
And make it easy for them Blue Cats to capture guys
I check traps where the chicks stroll ever since disco
Paranoia keep my fist closed on a pistol
We rep the code; gangsters don’t talk
Way before Snoop taught the world to crypt walk
Before NWA had us disrespectin’ the law
Before Dre showed the suburbs what chronic was for
I was deep into these; Rest in peaced enemies
I’m past the ‘god state’; I shift shape entities
Wit’ no sympathy for lame catz
who claim that the heart of the streets
is where they veins remain at
And if you can’t sustain that – so be it
Death Before Dishonor is the only way I’m gon’ see it

Hook: 1x
We sick them dogs on ya
Hitta’s make you a gonna
Regulate what we wanna
Death Before Dishonor
We ride wit’ road runners
Hip Hoppin’ big gunners
Stay spendin’ big hunnits
Death Before Dishonor

Me & you did it all from getting’ cash together
To bussin’ shots – 9 gloch; black mask together
To the 8 double date; gettin’ ass together
From way back in the day cuttin’ class together
You needed a come up and I’m the one who put you down
I took you out the hood so you could move ya goods around
We set up shop separately; you got green wit’ jealousy
That me and my fellas be escapin’ the felony
You took what’s mine is yours outta context
Tried to sever my ties wit’ the contacts – put me on contracts
You made this easy money complex
So I sent a few friends to ya complex to even the game
And either the game is played by the rules or lost
You got the ball in your court – you call it; it’s your choice
Whatever you decide, I won’t sweat it
But if it’s gonna dishonor the streets then you gonna regret it

Hook: 1x

As I walk through the valley of the shapeless forms
I try to stay away from life wit’ steel bracelets on
But my heart ain’t holdin’ onto one phobia yet
I neva met a water-proof nigga that can’t get wet
‘Cause where I’m from we do dirt like grave diggas
and rep wit’ the brave niggas where crime, ball & rhyme pays niggas
All the hustlers the street suffer wit’ sweet puffers & heat clutchers
And niggas is mad but they can’t touch us
The mark of the beast is my zip code
I keep my clip load in case I gotta go in flip mode
And click click bang I grip this thang; move bricked up cane
We switched up game & take whatever remains wit’ money green
‘Cause death is about the only blessin’ I’ma receive
A life of stress & painless death is what’s been promised to me
So, I’ll embrace one in the face; I’ll take it and smile
‘cause what don’t kill me gon make me strong; I’ll rest for awhile

Hook: 1x

Discography

Grubbz: The Director's Cut