Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seriously, artist - Grits. Album song The Art of Translation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.08.2002
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Seriously |
| We mean business |
| When we bout this |
| We ain’t monotonous |
| When we rock this |
| We take it seriously |
| Ain’t no mystery |
| We notchin one in history |
| See its literally lyrically serious |
| This is mind penetration |
| Through rhyme concentrated |
| Word use administration |
| And abrasive education |
| Sixth sense illumination |
| On reconciliation |
| Put the cross placement |
| With the cross over placement |
| So cautiously |
| I approach the mic without apostasy |
| Its costing me |
| Every proper due from fellow emcees |
| But these be |
| More than just rhymes and punch lines to me |
| Seriously we have no time for playing lyrically |
| At least we don’t and that’s a money back guarantee |
| Cause people need |
| More than entertainment from the industry |
| So many lives |
| Depending on lies |
| So too many die |
| Cause too many high |
| And not many try |
| To live a life beyond self |
| Chasing status and wealth |
| Using excuses how you came up |
| For records to sell |
| The stories you tell |
| Done been told in so many ways |
| The only diference |
| Is your platinum shackles and iced out chains |
| So ignorantly |
| You keep them loving mentel slavery |
| They wanna be free |
| But you ignore responsibility |
| Ignorantly |
| You keep them loving mental slavery |
| They wanna be free |
| But you ignore responsibility |
| Yo we make an orangutan with lipstick on |
| Recite these words and sing this song |
| No drugs or pills that i be on |
| Scratch and sniff my provolone |
| The place im at i so belong |
| Glad to be here thank you glad you could make it |
| Ain’t nobody took it where we bout to take it |
| We so serious hip skip bounce to be us |
| My voluptuous style make you chew up my style |
| Lunitic rippin up the tile |
| Fact or fable |
| Tools of necessity a mic and a turntable |
| Plunder like a pirate that’s what people are called |
| Who steal cable deal under the table |
| With these flows we drop bombs like after eatin 3 cinnabons |
| Upon my head this mantle been put upon |
| Not the exploding kind the kind that enlighten the throne i sit upon |
| Shinning light in clear you need to get upon |
| Check the head of this nail you hit upon |
| Times a wastin don’t get me wrong |
| We at the end of this song |