Granddad Woolly - The Brine Lyrics
Intro:
He, he, he, he, he, ha...let us add it to the brine
Chorus x1:
Deadlier the d**h notes, give the moles pen a golden eye/
Then the power on your neck shall fly/
Then you, shall, rise from your grave (In the brine of the gyrue)/
First wants the money/
The second wants the show/
But the thirds got the charm with the sk**y and the flow/
Granddadda, gyrue (x3)/
This is where you get em'/
Verse 1:
Yeah, chilling in the backdrop, Granddadda, Boondoc/
No adult swim, but we make the comp belly flop/
Funky like a smelly sock, stepping with perfection/
Wack emcee's plan b your profession/
First you get the day off, then you get the layoff/
Disc in the deck but they seem to keep the play off/
n***a you was way off, the drawing board awaits/
But the world don't forget even if the chalks erased/
Never play it safe cause they know the combination/
Cut a fresh key straight to the door of devistation/
The game's most foul, so officially it's flagrant/
And the rookie's like a hollow hospital, no patience(patients)/
They come and they go but I'm saying that I'm staying/
Thanks to a madman let me tell what he's stating(tell them)/
With these guides I'll awakened all the latent of your rhyme/
Only if you add it to the brine, ha/
Chorus x1:
Deadlier the d**h notes, give the moles pen a golden eye/
Then the power on your neck shall fly/
Then you, shall, rise from your grave (In the brine of the gyrue)/
First wants the money/
The second wants the show/
But the thirds got the charm with the sk**y and the flow/
Granddadda, gyrue (x3)/
Welcome to your doom/
Verse 2:
Now I can't say enough about the sk**s I'm possessing/
23 years on this earth and it's a blessing/
When the people only group you with the god's and the legends/
Chapter 6.5, ya'll ain't ready for the 7th/
Cause I'll leave you straight bankrupt, while I fill the tank up/
Now the drive's cranked up/
A style so deadly with a flow so ill/
If you let me get the wheel, I will leave roadk**/
Son I thought I told you about that wide eyed talk/
Now you all up in the street, should've used the sidewalk/
Concrete outlined, cause you got out shined/
Pai Mei with the pen cause I leave you half blind/
I spare the left eye so you see a right minde/
And the madman's magic got me in a new prime/
With you guides I've awakened all the latent in your rhyme/
All because you've added to the brine/
Chorus x1:
Deadlier the d**h notes, give the moles pen a golden eye/
Then the power on your neck shall fly/
Then you, shall, rise from your grave (In the brine of the gyrue)/
First wants the money/
The second wants the show/
But the thirds got the charm with the sk**y and the flow/
Granddadda, gyrue (x3)/
Rise from your grave/
Bridge:
DJ Obsidian Cuts
Hahaha....
With you guides I've awakened all the latent in your rhyme/
All because you've added to the brine/
Chorus X1:
Deadlier the d**h notes, give the moles pen a golden eye/
Then the power on your neck shall fly/
Then you, shall, rise from your/
You shall rise/
You shall rise from your grave/