The Grits Testo

Intro: CappadonnaThis album right hereThis is the Yin and the YangSo you gonna hear a lot of different things on itYou gonna hear a lot of profanityYou might hear a lot of um...A lot of loveA lot of hateYou know what I'm saying?Cus it's like come on I got enemiesI got frienemiesAnd those that pretend to be'sHOMOCIDE HILLS!That's the gritsTHE GRITS!The barracks baby word upVerrazano bridgeyo yo[Verse 1: Cappadonna]I give a speech like Martin Luther KingLet freedom ringForget a bow ringIt's a black thingHolding me locked upWith brothers be getting oxed upTaking life for grantedMost of us abandonHow I know you not a cruelBeef in the homeAfricansWith jet black AmericansDominicans war with the Puerto RicansDeep in the streetThugs carrying heatThe rest of the projects surrounded with gatesMiddle class families are moving upstateWhile the younger generation selling cakeTrying to immitate mixtapesIt's all finalBig locks on the VerrazanoGet fined BB conductOn some King TutPoverty struckI seen the right to enter Uhaah tookMy cup runneth overStressed out whenever I'm soberThis cold world got my girl scanFight on the sandI'm allergic to hamWeak minds all aboardI see devils in the eyes of camcord'And my reward is to let y'all knowI'm going out like PLOWhenever I go uhhTHE GRITS!THE GRITS![Verse 2: 8-Off]I start the slaughteringMake all eyes start wateringI know an 800 number you can get your coffinStart orderingThe metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring overcome any kingFaking ain't counterfeitMoney in the bingI do a sting with two 9's under my slingAnybody you bringStill won't do a god damn thingYou nothing but a...Onion in the rainI floss rhymesI loss rhymesI got it like thatY'all bitch niggas I toss timesI got rhymes that'll still rock youCats that'll spot youTold you I chillLay off a shitI still shot youThe only thing I'm unable to doIs do what I got toLook in hospitalBrooklyn apostleLyrical gospelStill fortunate to scorch your shitPaying for the cost of itYour whole style remains wackI know It's awful kidTHE GRITS!THE GRITS!THE GRITS!THE GRITS![Verse 3: Cappadonna]I play the back like back in the daysGive thanks and praiseWatch the frisk raiseReuniteTake birth trees to uprightI forget a fake MC'sMy songs the BibleSurvival in the manThe lost landsNo radio playThe Pillage is bannedLike a foreigner don't understandY'all some flan cats eat pigReneg real shit from digsHit you off with the packagesand facts on tracksY'all talk but that's put that backWe dealing in the orphanageWay surpass your imageI'm a chemistA dual dentistTreat my heritage like friendshipI be exitI rock a gold necklaceAnd restlessIt's always hecticStaten Island shitBad habit shitMade me twist itOne twenty disctrict shitPillage be the senateThrow darts like MasonsGarment RennaissancePatriontsHold the blood like tamponsBaby conductPut your fist upNo more struggles100 dollars for the hen' dog200 for the bubblesLess troublesPill-AgePlus some can turn rappers of off the stageThis beef will never we engageBuck buck buck buck buckTHE GRITS!THE GRITS!THE GRITS!THE GRITS!THE GRITS![Outro/Intro to 'Super Model': Cappadonna]If you fucked my little hoYo, let me know that then(Exactly)Let me know cus I definately let niggas knowwhen I was banging they ho upI was like yeah yeahYou thought she was in love with you and I tried to tell you thatShe wasn't in love with you and I blazedh erThen I called youThe next day and let you knowAnd you gonna be like'Yo, let me get my bracelet back'