Grid Iron Rap Lyrics

Grid Iron Rap lyrics

[Bishop Don Magic Juan] 

 "Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper 

 That's a good book I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game 

 You dig? So you won't have to have those young girls fool ya you dig? 

 Trick ya outta your check so you can learn about it 

 Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it 

 Cuz the game could be detrimental to ya boy." 

 [Street Life] 

 I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface 

 I spit blood for blood verses 

 Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land 

 One man'll body slam Def Jam 

 Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin 

 I know you're listenin so I keep showin and provin 

 Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine 

 Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme 

 Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York 

 I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP 

 Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up 

 Wise up before you get sized up (tied up) 

 Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full 

 from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change 

 [Method Man] 

 Punch the data in ya mainframe 

 You want it all, I want the same thing 

 Strive to maintain, live out my name 

 Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed 

 Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain 

 Chorus: Street Life, Method 

 Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect 

 Best connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check 

 Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound 

 Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down 

 [Method Man] 

 Eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival 

 You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around 

 Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent 

 Beef from the butcher, sink your teeth in 

 [Street Life] 

 Fuck what you believe in, you real-fake 

 Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face 

 [Method Man] 

 Who go that ready cook, synthetic look, actin crook 

 Betty shook worm, tryin to shake the hook as the world turn 

 Nigga burn, once again the Super Sperm, rub it in 

 your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this 

 The war will be fought by the righteous 

 Who stand criticized by his un A*Alikeness 

 Knowledge is the truth and it's priceless 

 Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands 

 Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast 

 In the savage land haulin ass, Days of Thunder 

 It's Road Rage, your days are numbered 

 What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!) 

 [Street Life] 

 This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though 

 Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow 

 Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow 

 Keep it live from the intro until the outro 

 Chorus 

 [Street Life] 

 I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome 

 Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum 

 Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star 

 Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir 

 Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards 

 Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards 

 Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours 

 Hardcore, something that my street niggaz is dyin for 

 [Method Man] 

 Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13 

 Professionals wit no things, say no more 

 Check my Dogs at the Reservoir 

 Gourmet special of the day is Nigga Souflee, pusher gotta pay 

 And the games people play, John J. back around the way 

 Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch 

 Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the P.J. 

 to Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon 

 Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin 

 For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds 

 Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga 

 Rag time, bad sign, flatline 

 [Bishop Don Magic Juan] 

 "It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top 

 Can you stay there?"