InI - Grown Man Sport lyrics

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InI - Grown Man Sport lyrics

[Verse 1: Marco Polo] "Natty Dread" like "Bob" so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tomorrow It's religion never suspicious You're too delicious for the tongue See the lungs breathe a natural high Just like the shirts that's so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance, try your luck take a chance Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center Of it all, the f**in' prince of the ball Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurred The "I" is hotter than the spice and curry So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury [Verse 2: Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin' What's the flavor of the rules they mandate The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter? A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to k** I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five Burroughs of pain Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival Considergize less and from conception to arrival Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease Learn about life makin' my way to the east From four square yard struggler The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme [Verse 3: Rob O] Introducing the are to the O-B-O You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo But your inventions confuse me on the surface Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should've kept it real would've been much greater But, you got in it like a p**y, in fact Bein' p**y kept your wack a** back Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next sh** Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right Dissention among the ranks I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm Upon this world that's forever changin' The conflict that I'm engagin' The concert with amiss communication Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short Yo it's a Grown Man Sport [Chorus: InI and Pete Rock] Yeah yeah like that it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah it's a Grown Man Sport, come on it's a Grown Man Sport this here is a Grown Man Sport [Verse 4: Ras G] Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes search c**aine to food Excuse my move to bliss Eternal stress in fits I see the same in many, penny thoughts Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin' Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling Go real only when a n***a make me any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [InI & Pete Rock] it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah it's a Grown Man Sport, come on it's a Grown Man Sport yeah it's a Grown Man Sport Like that This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god Rastafari Sela**ie InI as we come of for 95 96 Ya live, respect