The Grain (avec RZA)
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Do you wanna see it?
Do you wanna see it?
I'm gonna do it for you
I'm gonna do it for you
I'm gonna do it for you
I'm gonna do it for you
Yo, deep in the trenches with young black green berets
Chrome laser guns blazin' at spades
Wallabies, Chevy Noose Kool-Aid
Ten niggas for the top cheese, black lace
One hundred dollar seats, hold up, we at the opera
Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg
Had ketchup on her dress from a Whopper
Chunky ass necklace, must be a birthstone
Jean-Paul caught the biggest stones out of Rome
So Charles, eyes up on the prince fuckin' with Diana
Two rows across, Dirty givin' hickeys to Diana White
Fingerin' Pamela Lee, we on the balcony
Damn, one of y'all a Malcolm X me
Somebody might catch a Kennedy, yo
Let me adjust my lens through these binoculars
I paid five G's, slidin' off like Kate Vitany
Vikings, Patriot or Broad Street
Bet you think I'm layin' like a hype fiend
Tony Stark met the narcs, dogs bark
With the Benz parked up against the boulevard
Stars had the bones spark
One cop tapped the window glass like a cymbal crash
"What the fuck? So you tryin' to play glass?"
He flashed his badge, license and registration
At that moment, his fat partner started chasin'
Chickenheads, they was racin' with their hearts pacin'
For snatchin' gold, tried to dip into the God's basement
Allocation, lead still chest red
Clapped shorty head, left sweetie there for dead
Ghetto poodles, thank you Sticky for cheese doodles
Bar of four fifties and bag of Oodles of Noodles
Neighborhood sick with it, clean Bob the Cut wig
Maybe one of y'all rich rap niggas need the politics
Reach for the sky, they throw bleach in your eye
Don't teach 'em why you be keepin' 'em high
Dip like an Oreo cookie in cold milk
Bold silk, gold-filled cap, Wu-Wear hat low tilt
True Islamic, we speak verbal rhyme finest
While y'all try to change this hip-hop to Technotronics
Don't go against the grain, the grain
Don't go against the grain, the grain
Don't go against the grain, the grain
Girl, because of you I'm hurtin'
Within my, within my heart
I know it's not right to be flirtin'
But a relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clockin'
It's time for you to start jockin'
Don't want you to see me cry
This is why, this is why, this is why
I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder
Ayo, God, don't fuck with her
I met this girl named Liz, she was all into this
Ayo, Lord, don't fuck with her
How 'bout that ho named Tina from the heart of Medina?
Ayo, kid, don't fuck with her
Yeah, that girl Kit Kat, she got the good coochie cat
Ayo, nigga, you better fuck with her