Kish - Straight To Yer Grill lyrics

Oh sh** Yeah I got my man Supereme on the wheels right about now My man Bronco in the back He's eatin' the rest of the pizza We just coolin' out in the studio right about now I wanna send some shouts out Mystic, what's happenin' man? Mastermind, what's up? Mad Crew Logic on the set Tape holdin' it down in Montreal Wio-K, C-Mo, and Cosmo My little brothers Now we gonna run this down for all you emcess who be goin' around in Circles and circles and circles Cause they sayin' they professional But they get up on stage, mutha f**as start doin' the moonwalk So we got a little advice for you, we got a little news for you We're gonna tell you how to run your sh** Here we go, check it out Make no mistake I take a thousand days out for break Makin' tapes I'm refinin' Takin' time while these emcees fakin' You think you're stingin' me But when your style is whack it's fouler than girl with clap came in virginity You press play and you'll be ratin' what I'm creatin' Frontin' cause you think you sound like Nas, but you nauseatin' Now I know you wanna fight But I pick up the mic, and you f**in' freak out and run like the price is Right I like my girls thick, I like my pockets phat That's why I left Slay and M Cause I was sick of gettin' jacked Mutha f**as with no rap for crap The c**aine they blowin' while your records are no gain And knowing this is actual, I'm on to they plans They all for later I'll be bangin' rougher than condoms made of sand paper So while you thinkin' of things you think that you could show me I'll be kickin' your crew off the edge of cliffs like they was coyotes All this, and after it you go with slow talk From nappy headed, bald, blonde, bonet, a weave, and mohawk And while I'm movin' like a taxi cab Maybe grab a backseat Try to battle, leave your bloody a** a maxi pad There's just too many rappers not original I'm like the air all around you, I'm always there but I ain't visible You couldn't see me, be me, beat me, or defeat me Here's a hint Psssst, you need to run your sh** like me Ask yourself what the f** you doin? When you got 11 minutes of a 90 minute ca**ette that you just ruinend And that's your demo ain't no replacin' or erasin' Cause you only catchin' wreck in your living room den and basement So now you knowing that the rhymes is ill So now you knowing who possess the sk**s So now you knowing that you needs to chill Cause Watchdog is in effect, so you shoul watch your grill