Tytuł: The grits

• Wykonawca: Cappadonna
• Wyświetleń: 362

  
   [Intro: Cappadonna]
  This album right here, this is The Yin & The Yang
  So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it
  You gonna hear a lot of profanity
  You might hear a lot, um, a lot of love, a lot of hate
  YouknowI'msayin? Cuz it's like, come on
  I got a lot of enemies, I got frienemies
  And those that pretend to be
  
  Homocide Hill, that's the Grits (THE GRITS!)
  The Barracks baby, word up
  Verrazano Bridge
  Yo, yo
  
  [Cappadonna]
  I give a speech like Martin Luther King, let freedom reign
  Forget a gold ring, it's a black thing
  Holdin me locked up with brothers, be gettin oxed up
  Takin life for granted, most of us are banded
  How I know you not a clone, beef in the home
  Africans, we jet black Americans
  Dominicans, war wit the Puerto Ricans
  Deep in the street, thugs carryin heat
  If that's the projects, surrounded with gates
  Middle class famillies are movin up state
  While the younger generation's sellin cake
  Tryin to imitate mix tapes
  It's all final, big locks on the Verrazano
  Can't find, BB conduct, on some King Tut'
  Poverty struck, I seen him like an empty U-Haul truck
  My cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober
  This cold world got my girl scared
  Fight on the sand, I'm allergic to ham
  Weak minds all aboard
  I see devils in their eyes of camcord'
  And my reward is to let y'all know
  I'm goin out like P.L.O., whenever I go, ugh
  
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS!
  
  [Agallah]
  I stop the slaughterin make all eyes start waterin
  I know a 1-800 you can get your coffin, so start orderin
  The metamorphesis of my skill is sure to break, overcome any king
  You faker than counterfeit money in the bing
  I do a sting with two nines under my sling
  Anybody you bring, still don't do a god damn thing
  You ain't nothin but a, onion in the ring
  I floss rhymes, I lost rhymes
  I got it like that, y'all bitch niggas I tossed times
  I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats stop spot you
  Told you, "I'll chill, lay off the shit", still shot you
  The only thing I'm unable to do, is do what I got to
  Lookin hostile, Brooklyn apostle, lyrical gospel
  Still fortunate to scorch your shit, payin for the cost of it
  Your whole style remains wreck, I know it's awful kid
  
  [Cappadonna]
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS! (Yo)
  THE GRITS!
  
  I play the back like back in the days
  Give thanks for praise, watch the fridge raid
  Reunite, Jay Bird teach the up-right
  I forget the +Fake MC's+, my song's the +B.I.B.L.E.+
  Survival in the man, in lost land
  No radio play, +The Pillage+ is banned
  Like a foreigner that don't understand
  Y'all souflan cats eat the pig
  We make real shit from Diggs
  Hit you off with the packages of facts on tracks
  Y'all talk with that, put that back
  We dealin in the orphanage, race surpass your image
  I'm a chemist, hit you out, dentist
  I treat my heritage like friendship
  I beat exit, I rock a gold necklace
  I'm restless, it's always hectic, Staten Island shit
  Bad habit shit, make me twist it, 1-20 district shit
  Pillage be the senate, throw darts like masons
  +Garment Rennaisance+, patrions, hold the blood like tampons
  BB conduct, put your fist up
  No more struggles, hundred dollar for the hand off
  Two hundred for the bubbles, less troubles
  Pill-age, push Uncle Tom rappers off of the stage
  There's beef whenever we engage
  Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
  
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS!
  THE GRITS!
  
  [Outro: Cappadonna (?)]
  If you fucked my little hoe, yo let me know that then (Exactly)
  Let me know (Aight) Cuz I definetly let, I definetly
  Let niggas know when I was bangin they hoe up
  I was like "Yeah, yeah, you thought she was in love wit you
  And I tried to tell you that, she wasn't in love wit you
  Then I blazed, then I, then I called you the next day
  And let you know, then you gonna be like"
  "Yo let me get my bracelet back" {laughter}