Lyrics Oh - The Grouch

Oh

In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb
Way up above all that bull shit you love
Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap
This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat
They couldn’t see me, so I entered right before their eyes
Pass the people dancing to the cuts where I reside
Spy the tightest girl, but I knew she’d never notice
A man on stage grabs the mic, so I took my focus
Oh, this.
Is a show it kinda sucks
Kinda fucks the purpose of paying if its worthless
A circus full of circles, three rings of jerks, fools
Tell them hit the weed
Im seeking out the beat but all I find is imitation
Rhyme assimilation, In times its just wasted
Racing around the club looking for some type of meaning
Receiving shit is REAL to the only one that’s seeding
Fiending for this hip-hop cause I love this shit to death
And until the day I die, I keep it honest in the WEST
Not astonished or impressed by developments or let-downs
Expect the unexpected never will I set bounds
I sweat clowns who beat doesn’t sounds fresh though
The Underground is here so motherfuck where the rest go
In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb
Way up above all that bull shit you love
Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap
This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat
I stay up late writing, Entice when the beat hits the one
Thoughts go through my mind like «boy my life is fun
From the sun up to down with the sounds that I imagine
One day I’ll get it wright in this period I lag and
Drag it on like my dreams and my cape
There’s so much impact I can make if I can only bear the weight
Don’t fear the great coming and stunning how it is
There’s hella shit to take but hella left to give
I live my life unconfined, but still it’s hard to find my place
The look of determination it occupies my face
I’ll knock your guy’es face if you let me
The oddball of my race so how could you forget me?
Forget me not!
I got my rhymes up in your grill
My words will be effective even if I’m standing still
Demand at will if you must
I bust over fresh shit
One with the music on this motherfucking west shit
In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb
Way up above all that bull shit you love
Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap
This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat
And its like that
In a time filled with hella rhyme
In this time we force your mind to climb