How many MCs must we put in pain?
|
|
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
|
I had a dream that I was in an MC war
|
Kinda different than any other dream I had before
|
MCs packin rhymes like jiggys be packin nines
|
They said a verse and it was like I could read they fuckin minds
|
I threw a metaphor, this player gave me an encore
|
They asked him what you go and fuck with Pop for
|
You read his diary, heard he's won every rivalry
|
If you ask me I feel you owe him an apology
|
An old school cat who got knowledge under his cap
|
So don't approach me with that bullshit black
|
Because I been there, did that, bust shots and sold crack
|
Been shot at but I been put here to rap
|
So no matter what you do and say my style been put here to stay
|
Just like the sun sees the next day
|
Manditory that you hear my story
|
To all them thugs who thought I wouldn't make it, you ain't got nuthin for me
|
You couldn't clean the shit off my shoes
|
That I stepped in when I was out there payin my dues
|
You's a blown fuse, bad news
|
Good for nothin like tattoos and saggy boobs
|
June Luva drop the jewels on em
|
Warn em, go get em
|
|
[June Luva]
|
Yo let's go to war, and my objective is to score
|
Collectin mad points as my opponents hit the floor
|
You better come the best way you know how nigga
|
Gun play, that's the way it goes down nigga
|
I know you know the rules of New York
|
Bullshit walk, so kill all that bloodclot talk
|
We hawk, I stalk the streets with the Ginsu
|
Anybody move, cop killer to your tissue
|
Hits you, put you where the good lord split you
|
Whoever that be doubtin my steez nigga please
|
I been through more shit than toilet bowl flushes
|
Ran through more clicks than NFL rushers
|
Plus this be the best connect that you've heard
|
In a long time, muthafuckers that's my word
|
Observe the way I just cock back and serve
|
Niggas in my way gettin hit with the AK
|
Automatic I'm quick to cause static
|
Laugh in your face, haha, then let you have it
|
So lounge my niggas you in the danger zone
|
It's only certain parts you's allowed to roam
|
And don't sleep cause shorties down the block is deep
|
Got somethin for that ass that lift you off your feet
|
And that's real
|
|
Chorus:
|
How many MCs must we put in pain
|
Before somebody says don't go against the Grain
|
The Grain, here to jumpstart the Earth's engine
|
And keep the world movin and spinnin
|
|
[Down Low Recka]
|
We been blessed with skill to make a nigga pay
|
So we gave a percentage away to MCA
|
To take to Universal from uptown round to China
|
You turn that Tokyo back to South Carolina
|
Whoever got the currency you got me performin at your big arena
|
That's full of smoke from Medina
|
Roll up the greenery
|
My niggas backstage'll set the scenery
|
So I can let you know what rap mean to me
|
It's real cause cash rule under property
|
I'm goin at the family land, nuthin stoppin me
|
Cockin back nine, insertin em in nine holes
|
Your genitals, eyes, ears, ass, mouth and nose
|
I been told by a higher power to do whatever
|
It takes to make our lives better and worry when I'm deader
|
Mentally I'm hooked by society
|
So I'm flippin on them niggas eyein me and payin high salary
|
For me to tell my brothers to kill each other
|
I ain't fuckin with the ignorant, I'm goin undercover
|
Breakin stereotypes along with cordless mics
|
When evil strike I beat that ass cause he can't fight
|
|
Chorus (2x)
|
|
Ha ha, spinnin, word up, movin, we keeps it
|
Movin, G.P. never losin
|
The Grain, word up, niggas is always choosin
|
How we move and other shit, word up, it's that shit
|
Word up, yeah yeah, keep it movin y'all, word up
|
Unh, keep it movin y'all, word up word up, the Grain baby
|
Yeah, yeah, niggas know how it go, word up
|
|
-----------------
|
Don't Go Against the Grain
|
GP Wu |