Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grind Date, artist - De La Soul. Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Grind Date |
| If the meek shall inherit the earth |
| and not the weak |
| let me inherit the street, fuck it |
| you know what I mean? |
| I mean I love life man, you know what I mean |
| life is beautiful, it’s just the shit in it that’s fucked up |
| it’s rough but it’s fair |
| people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job |
| I mean, my dad’s got five kids, man and I mean yo |
| he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids |
| you feel me? |
| I’m a rhyme artist |
| out here tryin' to grind my hardest |
| up early so to milk the cow |
| keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields |
| to keep my john hancock’s worth up in the now |
| went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts |
| positions is parta my mission to hangin' on top |
| gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers |
| and them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not |
| I’ve been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt |
| I’m hands on with it all up in my cuticles |
| some try to get off the farm but fell into harm |
| of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals |
| but, I was raised in those blue collar themes |
| havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means |
| and though the meek shall inherit the earth but don’t forget |
| the poor are the ones who inherit the debt |
| you can bet I got better things to do than that |
| I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys |
| came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog |
| as if it wouldn’t leave me less than coy |
| but I’m far from bitter even farther from quittin' |
| got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' |
| and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights |
| as of by seen of through masta’s eye |
| it’s the grind date |
| know what I’m sayin? |
| I’m sick of askin' that |
| I mean, the street philosophy is that |
| I’m gonna milk the cow and cook the meat |
| at least I’m gonna have some kind of food and drink |
| because sometimes you can’t come back |
| like momma said that if you need 5 cents don’t ask for 3 |
| ask for 10, that’s for sure |
| Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain’t here for that |
| I was born with the boom bap, respect the name |
| my hands on experience was hands on my first contract |
| taught me quick how to respect the game |
| introduced to the block, got used to the block |
| but your neighbors be the ones who throw shit on your lawn |
| it’s like every single time we pop, they got annoyed |
| but we got ahead, and we got along |
| and puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars |
| worth of hump days that broke the camel’s back |
| the grind’ll make today look gray |
| and paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black |
| meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast |
| I’m a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn |
| and show you why we here this long |
| cause when it comes to puttin' in work |
| once again it’s on |
| I’m just like everybody else man |
| an average nigga with above average potential |
| you know what I mean? |
| I’m not sayin' that I’m a gentleman |
| I’m sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman |
| in order to get the things that I need |
| and if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I’m gonna do that |
| This ain’t no accident, we stayin' here |
| You damn right I am proud of myself man |
| and I’m proud of my team man |
| I don’t want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? |
| I don’t have sex with people I do business with neither |
| and that’s the real |
| but I do do business with people that I have sex with |
| so if there ain’t no conflict, let’s get this grind on |
| cause I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you, that’s word |