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GRITS Album


Grammatical Revolution (1999)
1999
1.
Lil' Man Intro
2.
Ima Showem
3.
4.
5.
C2K
6.
7.
Supreme Being
8.
9.
Count Bass D (A Reading From)
10.
11.
12.
It Takes Love
13.
Return Of The Antagonist
14.
I Still Know What You Bit Last Summer
15.
Millennium
16.
The End
. . .

Lil' Man Intro

[No lyrics]

. . .

Ima Showem

[No lyrics]

. . .


*coffee*
Blood curdling truth
Working the word in as proof
Besides mine the guidlines of righteous paths taken
Tremendous speaking, fresh out the kitchen
And never switching from the homegrown
Hole it down like the ozone
This is for the playa playa
Make ya holla holla
The kid with no morals
Sell his mama for a dollar
They all fall down
They all fall down
They all fall down
They all fall
I've compiled this alongside with bone
So you can file this under for the opposing a nihilist
Doubt what you know nothing about reactionary
Belief in the scripture's fulfillment are contrary
To popular belief
Hellbound in a basket
Sucking on their teeth
Wound up in a casket
At close, you froze
Already chose the doors you go trough
The life you chose to lead
Determines the place you go to

*hook*
To the naked, untrained eye
Who can't see time fly by
Revolving on a carousel
Living life like a modern day fairytale...
Slow mo', urgent message gets a no-go
What fo'
Can't nobody tell you
Everything is lovey dovey
Till your plans fall through...
They all fall down -x3-
They all fall

*coffee*
Lay it down flat
The ins and outs of this business
Oral with my morals
Things i say seem pretentious
Show change
I ain't deranged
To be looked upon strange
Like the dames in the verbs joint (shoot, we the factors)
You ain't know neah
Rally all my troops in GI Joe gear
Arsenals and weapons abundant
Stop me if I sound redundant

*bonafide*
Sound redundant
Man please appease me
Repeat yourself
Most folks scared of the truth
Living lies
Fooling themselves and everyone surrounding
Deception of perception blind
To what self did deep down
Deep down beyond the black hole
of the soul in control

*hook*
They all fall -x2-

*bonafide*
I was surrounded by the darkness
Of the hearts of mens
Plots for spots to roll rovers
Controlling blocks and lots on top
Where I was charted to be
But failing to see truth
Behind the lies of eyes
Handling G's
They squeeze until my soul was unloaded
Holding to nothing
But folded bills
Concealed like weapons looking to kill
My mind filled
With thrills and pleasures
Life could offer
Walked amongst the dead
Laid to rest in a coffin
Nocturnal destiny
Leading to my eternity
Hourly concerning me
Yet I wasn't yearned
To be all of what
His calling said to be
And bred to be
Actually I thought it was all about me
Took for granted what was handed by the unseen
Invested all my time and effort
Building Babylon
Appealing to my desires
And lustful feelings
Thinking I could make it by the grace of God
Straight disgrace the face of God

*hook*
They all fall -x2-

. . .


Strugglin' lyrics

Artist - Grits
Album - Various Songs
Lyrics - Strugglin'

Wrestlin'
Realise it's not against the flesh
It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
Strugglin'
Attaining these scars from inner battling
Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness

Notice, I hassle with, I wrestle with anxiety
Knowing that certain things I can't change about society
So I put this in my diary, which I keep hid' inside of me
I'm silent empty handed
‘cause that life is not the way that I planned it
Lost my mom and dad left me stranded
So I pained it
Felt abandoned even though my gran' was handed all the hurt
‘n' felt like I was just a burden
Closed the curtain I was naked
Started smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to maintain restraint
I used to think that maybe Jane would ease the pain
And lead the brain from wonderin' about the rain that was thunderin'
‘till I was bumblin', stumblin' with the beast,
grumblin', stumblin' with the beast, rumblin'
I was stumblin' with the beast rumblin'

Yeah I saw you in adolescence feeling depressed
Reflecting the evidence of stress, rejection and disrespect by your facial expression
Deconcerning be erected for your mental state of being in the situation so pressing
Distress was strongly spoken in the voice of your eyes
A wounded soldier was the vision incision with in my mind
Even if I was blind I felt your spirit like a ‘graver's impression upon my soul
For the ministry of salvation
The circumstance you face is not designed to be complacent in
God works in mysterious ways and times and most serious days
Give your life to him and trust in his spirit
Who'll be your guide and send his angels surround you and battle when holy align

I will give to win the battle
I will give to win the battle

Wrestlin'
Realise it's not against the flesh
It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
Strugglin'
Attaining these scars from inner battling
Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness

Super scientifical creature from darkest caverns
Burning tables turning, darker clothes moe's tavern
With a slew of archaic relics that penetrate ‘n' tell us
‘n' Stop stop, bomb shells from preachers who bin releases
My deeses is pieces of puzzles formulate bigger picture
With description underneath informing who did the artwork
J-E-S, you know the rest though its for most you can't attest
Blowing up any mines that frame of ours cannot withstand yet
And what I see's some isletians some halfwit child, some of it gleams
No longer hide and slew the shackles their lives finished to live with jackals
Choose my flows but feel the blows
The Lord the shock or be the doe
by the bound don't hit the ground
And that's profound see y'all around

I like to, like to, like to offer just a bit of advice
If ya spot superman on the block don't pick a fight
‘n' if ya want to cross o'er never challenge intervention
If ya wrestle with God ya bring a quest for ya hist.
Make a request – not mine but thy will be done
Attach a conscious to examples that was left by the son
And I pray against the day when strictly fame is what I'm drinked in
And corner stones are built in I no longer put my faith in
That's my greatest fear, if I took that route
To feed the flesh until it's diesel while the spirit fizzles out
I ran from God's elections when I thought I could handle
With five nights to think in the guts of sea mammals

I will give to win the battle
I will give to win the battle

Wrestlin'
Realise it's not against the flesh
It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities
Strugglin'
Attaining these scars from inner battling
Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness

. . .

C2K

[No lyrics]

. . .


[hook]
El tiempo esta passando
El tiempo esta...
(Is it all yours, time is passing away. time is passing away)

[bonafide]
My chronological line
Was designed by the divine
At times my minds vision
Was found to be blind
Sometimes I felt like
I lived life with eyes sown up
Nothing but sounds and voices
Surrounding me within the blackness
Walking cautiously
Only God guiding me
Abiding in me
Independently I fail myself
Images of my history
Is haunting at times
Taunting at times
Confronted most times
How is spent mines
Tempted frequently
To feed the need
Of past relations
Found struggling attaining more scars
Through inner battling
Wondering will I make it
Plundered through ways to shake it
Remembering what was written
My only method
To break it
Being locked in this life
Connected to christ
His will and my destiny
My reason and purpose for birth in life
For a minute was contended
With whatever was presented
If it's sin
I was in it
In the flesh represented
Supressing truth in which was hid
In my spirit ignoring guidance
Rebelling against His voice
With choices in pure defiance
Then I asked myself
Was it designed to be mine
If so
I found I wasted the blessing
Of precious time

[hook]

[coffee]
Perpetrated me
A serious fraud
So don't applaud
Feeling sawed in two
Part of me scattered all about
With the other half
Appearing and domineering
My steering
Mentality of bangbanger
To topple my dopple ganger
With excessive force
No doubting
While re-routing course bouting
What might endorse
Waters of hell, just to prevail
"Don't fail"
The voice saying magically
What tragedy entail
The terror won't take my will
To conquer error
When the time has passed and gone
The ending will be
"Me at home"
I brought it to you plainly
(Just like that)
Don't let it pass you by
(Just like that)
Time is ticking away
(Just like that)
Uh-huh uh-huh
(Just like that)

[hook]

[coffee]
What's my passion?
I love to see people hashing
Thru all life's problems
Whatever it has to offer
Situations come
Do you face it
Do you run
Look it right between the eyes
Succumb and be Hypnotize

. . .

Supreme Being

[No lyrics]

. . .


The more I meditate, I hesitate to even show face
The more I hesitate, I contemplate my life is a waste
My spirit levitates to take a glance at truth of His grace
As my flesh emulates every act of disgrace
So deceptive in perception of its hunger and greed
Maliciously relentless to fulfill whatever it needs
Undisciplined, rebellious, no regard for righteousness
Ever since it tasted death, he desires nothing less
Too many nights I spent in tears, drowning in fear
I'm never making it, through all the time I spend faking it
My soul is proving capability and prone that when alone
Without the father's consecration flesh manipulates constantly
Continual battles my inner being goes through
Why do I do the things I know I'm not supposed to
Why don't I do the things that I know I should do
Who s to blame except me and me alone
I found my enemy's home was in my soul

(Chorus)
What could inhibit a habit
the dark corners lurking
demonic principalities when other evils working
you can't escape fate, allow what's in your heart to tailgate
you're the only cellmate to unlock what locked the jail gate
(2X)

Somewhere inside the crevice, I long to face the limits
The premise is death for execution of flesh
Passed on authority and so control
The tree of life I chose, taking shape of His mold
Indulge in fruit too, whatever you do, I do, we crew
Give into a city, evil, not for me, you you
Doom can't loom if I no longer give it room zoom a zoom
You're free to explode for miles with a loud boom
Grip it tightly I hold with no intention to fold
Toe to toe and blow to blow, flow to flow I stand firm
Learn to discern, circumstances are changed
Do a dance with death, til my soul's last breath
When I'm at my hardest
Can salvage my image tarnished
What can make me whole again
The blood of Jesus
Freed indeed
Down the slanted hill I skied, high speed
Managed to get vantage when I got tree'd
(chorus)

What lies in a man's soul

I found that evil doesn't have a face, or let alone a place
It just lingers in the void over an open space
Searching out a victim to nuzzle up against,
take under its wing, inhabit, then reign supreme
Fickle control, it slowly conquers a man's soul
Behold real TV, even realer when it takes its toll
Unfold, with those punches, you don't have to roll
Toss yourself at the cross, and escape the death hold
More vibrant than a radiant redhead
With flashlights for fingers, the illuminated words of Christ
Put that on ice for a spell, pray tell, how in the world do you excel in the glory of God, and then rebel
Letting death valley grip you with fear of falling down
Evil only breeds and feeds when you allow it to hang around
So get down, hit knees where prayers don't cease
What's lurking probably shouldn't even be working

. . .

Count Bass D (A Reading From)

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Hook]
We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn it up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin
Let the levels pump (pump!)
The monitors tweak (tweak!)
Turn up the mic (mic!)
We can hear him speak (speak!)
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

[Coffee]
If you look closely
Analyze
Through my life
Mostly
Take a journey
Orbit morbid
Ghastly and ghostly
Theories motivated by
Being illustrated by
My comsumption
Of intake
And clean cut assumption
Of something
I do declare Mr. Bouregard
Rotten to the core
Living life
And with no regard
To mental health
Feel me when I say that I was into self
Glory, wealth, mine for the taking, no mistaking
Underhanded
Sneaky
Far from being candid
Straightfoward wasn't the way for Cof- the light-skinned bandit
My way
Doing 90 down hell's highway
Screeching
Despite the lifetime of preaching
Lord
Forgive me
I know not what I do
The trials and Tribs of life
Make me come unglued
Crude to be subdued eaten alive like food
Booed
By angry onlookers who I've never seen before
I done found my thrill
Apart from Blueberry Hill
A vocal ville local with a crib in Acapulco
Speakin' faith focal
Time and time again
What I confess is hands raised to the ceiling
When you feeling Godly lesson (hype is as hype does!)
I'm cheerful expressing jump up
If it ain't loud enough, then signal Soundman for a pump up
Make sure He get your message loud and clear so ain't no mix-up
Everybody dancing wildly
Come on let's get those kicks up!

[Hook]
We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn it up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'
Let the levels pump (pump!)
The monitors tweak (tweak!)
Turn up the mic (mic!)
We can hear him speak (speak!)
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

[Bonafide]
All inside your equilibrium
Thought provoking sentences intended for the sin in men
Prayer and fasted
Grounded in
The las to carry legacy
Survivors of the wilderness
Chosen generation to poses the land he promised us
Highly underrated
Widely hated
Scripture's lyricist
Imperialist
Seeking out the dynasty
Called to be the labors of the harvest
Special forces in his army
Laughing in the face of death and never fearing harm
Cause if God is for us
Who can stand and try opposing
The Supreme Being
And the Supreme Team
Double edged weaponry
Defeat has yet to see
Forever tating victory
Concentrated visionaries in your area
Making levels breaking barriers
Competitors
Giving any answer but salvation
Through repentance and deliverance
Warning of the recompense of God from disobedience
Consider us to be the voices in the wilderness
Delivering the message of the foretold prophecy (John the Baptists')
In order for direction to commence
We need the audible clear so people hear the hidden messages
Consider us to be the voices in the wilderness
Delivering the message of the foretold prophecy (John the Baptists')
In order for direction to commence
We need the audible clear so people hear the hidden messages

[Hook]
We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'
Let the levels pump (pump!)
The monitors tweak (tweak!)
Turn up the mic (mic!)
So we can hear him speak (speak!)
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we're diggin'

. . .


[hook]
Stop bitin'
Using styles that you know
That ain't yours
Stop bitin'
Changing sounds
Every album you do
Stop bitin'
Reciting lines
I done heard before
Stop bitin'
Making money
Off of rhymes
That ain't yours

[bonafide]
For the cleptos
Who stole flows
From those
In the pros
Get you mouth
Swole by blows
Thrown by those
You took from
How can you stand
To even look
At yourself
Peering through mirrors
Got to be
Insecurity can't
Just be bout money
If it is you
Got issues
Way beyond the benhamins
Need reminder
Of purpose
Cause you
Clowning on surface
For those
In writers block
Stealing ideas
For concepts
This is judgement day
I'm putting hurt
On your rep
It's not my fault
That you slept
And didn't wake up
You getting shook up
Getting dug up
>From the roots up
Put your boots up
Your time has finally come
To a swift
And deadly end
A grammatical revolution
In the spirit
My friend
So stop bitin'

[hook]
[repeat]

[coffee]
Stop bitin'
You ol style
Nibblin wagon
Jumpin braggin
Skill gnawing
Chainsaw jawed bandit
Moet drinking
Too high off weed
For proper
Thinking, sinking
Drowning your own vomit
Plus stinking pitiful
Selling soul
For residual
Individuals
In rituals
Through habitual manners
Driving me bonkers
And bananas
First off
I want to thank
Gotee for allowing
Me flow free
While some labels
Wild by picking
Their artists style
And that blow me
Completely out of the water
Thinking to myself
If they ain't
No good
Should they
Determine they
Artist vision
Make decision
How could
They regardless
Of how they feel
I'm gone avenge
Like Emma peel
For the preservation
Of hip-hop
From the one's
Who like to steal

[hook]
[repeat]

[coffee]
Nothing more devious
Than a force
If my previous verse
Was harsh
A president of the U.S.
Finding love
In a boggy marsh
Me and this
Hip-hop thang
Go way back
Do what I can
To keep it intact
My soothing
Verbal herbon
Can absorb
A comet's impact
So react
On impulse
Or in a manner
That you deem fit
More of you's required
So get inspired
When my team hit

[bonafide]
Copyright infringing
Producer pretending
To be
Beat borrowing
Noncreative
Wordless emcees
Take heed
We straight original
Rhyme sayers
Music composers
And songwriters
Christ was incapable
Of sin
We're incapable
Of biting
If we did
It would discredit
Everything we stand for
Keep your carbon copy repeats
That ain't never been sweet
Please forgive me

[hook]
[repeat]

. . .

It Takes Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

Return Of The Antagonist

[No lyrics]

. . .

I Still Know What You Bit Last Summer

[No lyrics]

. . .

Millennium

[No lyrics]

. . .

The End

[No lyrics]

. . .


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