Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grind, artist - Pep Love. Album song Ascension, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
The Grind |
| Uhhh |
| We don’t give a fuck about ya |
| Makin the dolla makin ya holla |
| Breakin all of the rules |
| To turn it out yall |
| Awaken the scholar |
| The priest the popes |
| Without a doubt yall |
| They can douse yall |
| With dreams and hopes in the sky |
| Beyond the clouds |
| Beyond the crowds and the shrouds |
| In disguise |
| Bullshit, endless lies |
| Manifest destiny tries the best in me |
| Eyes focused upon the prize |
| Mucho dinero needed for me to proceed |
| With careful strokes of genius |
| Feedin my family |
| Fiendish for the feeling of a Franklin |
| Fearful of no man |
| But self in self is no man |
| I’m an anomaly known as spirit |
| And when I’m in need |
| I express fresh, thresh the field |
| Assess my yield |
| From what I did apply my will |
| Still I pray |
| For each and every bill I pay |
| With diligent intent to get skrilla |
| All the illegitimate need |
| Is to feel a little bit of success |
| Acquisition get em out that |
| Position of stress on ya mind |
| Got money on mine, wheelin and dealin |
| The new design for your appeal and delight |
| Dynamite for good times |
| And granite for negativity |
| The planet is mine |
| We on the grind |
| Constant elevation |
| Swimmin in my amenities |
| Livin with ease |
| (Dollar bill yall) |
| The only color is green |
| Know what I mean? |
| From dusk till dawn |
| It’s still on |
| My exponential growth expands |
| Extra potential both |
| Detrimental and essential don’t |
| Brand it candid let your kinfolks |
| Conceptualize the uprising |
| Metropolitic enterprising |
| Look into my eyes and realize |
| The size capitalize ya lives |
| And don’t recognize the plots |
| They would devise to stop |
| The money mission cuz my intuition |
| Guides me not from the payin |
| I’m obeyin my call |
| Parlayin my skill, playin my ball |
| Relayin the all is in yall |
| Fizzin and bubblin through ya conscience |
| Ambition ya mission accomplished |
| Dividends invested |
| We livin in an adolescent time of mankind |
| At a lessened standards of life |
| That I must attain |
| Reparations so I step with patience |
| Much to gain, plus |
| Bust the same passionate prose |
| And mash for the cash in it |
| With imaginative magical masterpieces |
| Listenin in position to blitz and bomb |
| The bitch in you individuals |
| Don’t let it get you in a critical situation |
| With your ass out ancient |
| Stay original and get ya dough |
| Inclined to find yourself |
| A little bit richer, livin divine |
| We on the grind |
| My empty hands tempt me |
| To implement these plans |
| Blueprints and templates for power movements |
| Poetical concrete, gems in my hymns |
| Form jewels in my DNA, strands in my stanzas |
| Transfer to me in a question and answer |
| Combined in blindin speed, further advancement |
| Infinite amount of choices, limited chances |
| Don’t be timid intimidated and disenchanted |
| Step in the arena chumps, raise ya lances |
| Prepare to joust but first put on ya dancin |
| Shoes to hit the canvas |
| Stand up and fight, we get ya hyped |
| Cuz hip hop is propaganda |
| Tools that I brandish |
| Can dish panic and manic depressiveness |
| Get ya lost like Atlantis |
| We forge ahead for the advantage |
| Of federal notes, rockin ya boats |
| Leavin ya beats in bandages |