Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Sayin Nothin , by - Grits. Release date: 02.11.1998
Song language: English
Ain't Sayin Nothin |
| Thieves shake the equal |
| Glamour Ritz, we got our chucks on |
| Many times we been surpassed, they rather put smucks on |
| Insubordinate knuckleheads insisting they be spoon fed |
| Indeed take precautions, while split-up will make you nauseas |
| Simplicity seems to get the best of me |
| Listening to emcees twisting renditions of authoring |
| Following the hollow styles of other individuals, while we originals get passed |
| off like apologies |
| My man Bone speaking terms that you learn to discern |
| The turn turns roundabout, I sound about |
| The animosity, verbal viscosities — I scoff at these insipid nitwits that be |
| swearing that they’re emcees |
| Drama when mics are around the circumferences |
| Cannibalistic mandates of artists labeled «Platinum hits,» |
| Poisonous venom is what I send them if they nip at this |
| Like a dipstick, I let them know that they’re full of it |
| Fill your cup with the hardy tawdry intellect |
| I’m injecting a proposal and discretion disposal |
| Grasp for reality — can’t get in your clutches with the Starsky and Hutches |
| Scribbling wannabes promoting the crutches |
| Oh no, Bone and Coffee getting deep again |
| Foes, get your boots |
| Rich gets stick when heat sets in |
| Catch wind and hold your nose as the stench of the truth imposes the sell of |
| the units to the youth |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Emcees today, they got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Emcees today, they got nothing to say |
| I’m gonna lay down my burdens down by the riverside |
| Gliding across sand with the mic in my hand |
| Standing out like in arabesque, my styles are blessed |
| Delivering the true, you see my mind, I’ve never been this good |
| The semen of my psyche, it impregnates the tape |
| Ballistic, mind-blowing concepts of language, in true, deep-seated laws of |
| religion |
| My polemics stand erect, but my craving’s not in check |
| The elect Coffee runs for alderman |
| I called him in to hit the frontline |
| They want rhymes, ill do my best |
| Make them digest the foam loaf; |
| add some gravy for you, baby |
| If I ever, better never, write a lyrics without meaning, nowadays people would |
| probably boo me from the stage in a rage |
| Tomato juice dripping from my polo hat |
| Crying, «Why they dissing? |
| Why won’t they listen?» |
| For the chimpanzees the monkey shines the funky rhymes |
| I do, huh, f-f-f-fantastic |
| Excellence endureth |
| Goteeage grips, they toureth |
| Mental oven heats the muffin for the jackals who say nothing |
| Some brothers be talking about things they only seen on videos, or they heard |
| it on the radio |
| I ask real hip-hoppers to bring a stop to these gimmicks and industry |
| investment mimics |
| Now I’m bidding adieu, my salutation’s through |
| Get a clue, get a grip, release the trip |
| The Christian’s position in need of a physician |
| Grits got the blood of Jesus dripping on renditions |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Emcees today, they got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Emcees today, they got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Ain’t saying nothing, got nothing to say |
| Emcees today, they got nothing to say |
| Ain’t, ain’t, saying, saying, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing |
| Ain’t, ain’t, saying, saying, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing |