The Grits
Cappadonna featuring 8-Off
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This album right here, this is the yin and the yang
So you gon' hear a lot of different things on it
You gon' hear a lot of profanity
You might hear a lot of, um, a lot of love, a lot of hate
You know what I'm sayin', 'cause it's like, come on
I got enemies, I got frenemies, and those that pretend to be
I'm a side hill
That's the grits
The grits
The barracks, baby, word up
Verrazano Bridge, yo, yo
I give a speech like Martin Luther King
Let freedom ring, forget a gold ring
It's a black thing
Holdin' me locked up, where brothers be gettin' oxed up
Takin' life for granted
Most of us abandoned
How I know you not a clone?
Beef in the home
Africans, protect black Americans
Dominicans, war with the Puerto Ricans
Deep in the street, thugs carryin' heat
Infest the projects, surrounded with gates
Middle class families are movin' upstate
While the younger generation sellin' cake
Tryin' to imitate mixtapes
It's all vinyl, big locks on the Verrazano
Confined, BB conduct, on some King Tut
Poverty struck, I seen it like an empty U-Haul truck
My cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober
This cold world got my girl scammed
Fight on the sand, I'm allergic to hands
Weak minds all aboard
I see devils in the eyes of camcord
And my reward is to let y'all know
I'm goin' out like P.L.O. whenever I go, uh
The grits
The grits
I start the slaughterin', make all eyes start waterin'
I know a 800 number, you can get your coffin, start orderin'
The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring
Overcome any king, fakin' and counterfeit, money in the bank
I do a sting with two nines under my sling
Anybody you bring, still won't do a goddamn 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 toss time
I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats that'll spot you
Told you I chill, lay off of 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 scorchin' shit, payin' for the cost of it
Your whole style remains wack, I know it's awful, kid
The grits
The grits
The grits
The grits
Yo, I play the back like back in the days
Give thanks and praise, watch the frisk raise
Reunite, J-Bird teach the upright
I forget the fake MCs, my songs the Bible
Survival in the land of lost land
No radio play, the Pillagers banned
Like a foreigner don't understand
Y'all some fat cats, eat the pig
We make real shit from digs
Hit you up with the packages of facts on tracks
Y'all talk, but that's put that back
We dealin' in the orphanage, ways to pass your image
I'm a chemist, a jeweled dentist
Treat my heritance like friendship
I be exit, I rock a gold necklace and restless
It's always hectic, Staten Island shit
Bad habit shit, made me twisted
120 District shit, Pillagers be the senate
Throw darts like Masons, garment Renaissance
Patriarchs, hold the blood like tampons
BB conduct, put your fist up
No more struggles, hundred dollar for the Hen-dog
Two hundred for the bubbles, less troubles
Pill age, push over, turn rappers off of the stage
It's beef whenever we engage
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
The grits
The grits
The grits
The grits
The grits