Cool C - Down To The Grissle lyrics

[E-Marvel] '88 feeling great Yo Cool, I'm tired of all this music stuff That ain't Hip Hop music Why don't you show 'em what time it really is [Cool C] Sitting here, writing a rhyme cos I'm angry Cos people wanna change me And what I do I didn't make it for you Stop beefing you're through Hip Hop started from the street It's not soft just a grissle beat Soft, that's a no-no Hip Hop on the strength will keep you in the flow So I must insist All hell freeze and listen to this Cos I'm taking it back And if it's not hardcore then I call it wack The point I'm trying to get across Cos it seems that you lost the source Any weak beat that's put on wax Then commence with the weakest rap And another thing, I've been thinking Hip Hop ain't all about singing That junk don't rock Think you got the nerve to call that Hip Hop? Man you're nuts, that ain't bumping That's why I'm here to explain a little something Singing, that's wack I'm proud to say that I rap Yeah, the beats make you jump Move your rump, start your heart to pump Destroying critters like a mad bomb missile Hip Hop, down to the grissle [E-Marvel] Yeah, you know I'll rough a nucka Cool C and E-Marvel from The Hilltop On the ackniculous tip Why don't you tell 'em what's up with the radio [Cool C] Listen to the radio, they wanna diss you Trying to tell you what to do I ain't for that, I'm gonna grissle them back With the ill track There's no music, I didn't choose it Pump up the volume, you better use it And play it, jocks keep complaining I'm tired of playing the game, I quit This is it Back to straight up Hip Hop legit Beats so hot, man it sizzles (Yeah) down to the grissle [E-Marvel] It ain't nothing like Hip Hop music And we ain't singing it, we bringing it So you know the beat is kicking, chicken But Cool C I think they want more Give 'em more [Cool C] You want more (you know it) The rhyme scores Listen, it's hardcore Down, all the way You ain't, get away Trying to make me work for free, that ain't me Cos my name's Cool C Back again on the grissle train Getting dope, so I can get in For real, Tat controls the wheels Make one record and think you can deal You can't, that's nut thinking Thinking that, you must have been drinking s**er, you ain't saying nothing Treat you like a target, and start begging on you Cos man you're through It's the Hilltop that's doing the do Picking off s**ers, like a chisel (Why?) They ain't down to the grissle Yeah that's right, down to the grissle I'm chilling dear like a old head DJ Tat Money thousands and thousands on the 1 and 2 Steady Boo B bumping on the beatbox Fatal Attraction rocking the dance steps Thick & Thin dancers in the house Wild Crew in effect 3-D in effect, Chuck Nice, Woody Wood and EST And yo, this goes out to all the people who's down with the real Hip Hop And everybody else, and nothing Take this in your face