The Grimy Way

The grimy way
Uh
Uh
All of its the grimy way from here
Straight from the streets nigga
What uh
The grimy way from here
The grimy way from here
There it is
Oh yeah
What

Before the niggas all knew me
Before the kisses women all blew me
The road of hip hop was all gloomy
My rabbit runs, got the people tooned, all looney
for the tunes, of the artists, now the people draw to me
Taurus, on the grind till the am
For money, for respect, for the shine but its mayhem
The streets of Sunnyside, are darker than a cannibals thoughts
They can eat you up the minute you lost
I'm giving you food for thought, readers digest
When I cook up, the lyrics I have redefined fresh
One of the rulers of rhyme, I have come to realign best
You better get it straight in your head
Between Taurus, J.Smallz and lyric tip
V-Way, my man Rah you couldn't exist
Halla out to LakeFlow green and the beast
And Amy, the queen of HBC come on

Now you know I'm on the hustle
The grimy way
Ain't got no time to be playing round today
When you see me on the road till my bones erupt
Hip-hop is the road, I'm following up

Ha ha!
Yo
We all wanna get the recognition
We all want cheese, but that ain't the reason we get to spittin'
We all want a better way o livin', we wanna go to Heaven
But how to we get, without giving
I push myself to walk a thousand bars
That's work for the fingers
And that equals force times distance
Provoking thoughts, with a fork of wisdom
I poke and prod a victim of stupidity, till he is forced to listen
Money, cream, bread, cash, cheese
If this is rap, we could all rap with ease
Power is about a bigger a reward
Fame and rapper respect, honour for the edge of the sword
So wherever there are hopeless, I can be the Hope boy
Strangling the hang man with his own rope
Hip Hop ain't dead, it rests in peace
Hip Hop is in the head of the best emcee's

Now you know I'm on the hustle
The grimy way
Ain't got no time to be playing round today (playing around)
When you see me on the road till my bones erupt (my bones erupt)
Hip-hop is the road, I'm following up (following up)

Don't try to picture the mind cousin
Your brain will malfunction
Even if you try every color combined, nothing
ever found matches, I'm like a stop sign
Pass it and your life flashes, and your minds hard-drive crashes
Now if you travel down South, into Africa's
City of, Jacaranda Trees, just travelling
You will see the Black Wizard spitting rhymes
Practicing the signs, that are meant to show you what this black magic is
A lot of rappers tackle mind, like it's Calculus
Like they tryna calculate pie with an abacus
Every lyric any line, you imagine, has a trademark... you know that I manufactured it
Every minute I enslave more niggas, with a phrase or a clause, like a chain that is catchin' em
But ain't no, getting away, when the Black Wizard is here to a-maze, like a labyrinth

Now you know I'm on the hustle
The grimy way (the grimy way)
Ain't got no time to be playing round today (playing around)
When you see me on the road till my bones erupt (my bones erupt)
Hip-hop is the road, I'm following up (following up)