The Grouch - Oh lyrics

In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb Way up above all that bull sh** you love Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat They couldn't see me, so I entered right before their eyes Pa** the people dancing to the cuts where I reside Spy the tightest girl, but I knew she'd never notice A man on stage grabs the mic, so I took my focus Oh, this. Is a show it kinda s**s Kinda f**s the purpose of paying if its worthless A circus full of circles, three rings of jerks, fools Tell them hit the weed Im seeking out the beat but all I find is imitation Rhyme a**imilation, In times its just wasted Racing around the club looking for some type of meaning Receiving sh** is REAL to the only one that's seeding Fiending for this hip-hop cause I love this sh** to d**h And until the day I die, I keep it honest in the WEST Not astonished or impressed by developments or let-downs Expect the unexpected never will I set bounds I sweat clowns who beat doesn't sounds fresh though The Underground is here so motherf** where the rest go In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb Way up above all that bull sh** you love Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat I stay up late writing, Entice when the beat hits the one Thoughts go through my mind like "boy my life is fun From the sun up to down with the sounds that I imagine One day I'll get it wright in this period I lag and Drag it on like my dreams and my cape There's so much impact I can make if I can only bear the weight Don't fear the great coming and stunning how it is There's hella sh** to take but hella left to give I live my life unconfined, but still it's hard to find my place The look of determination it occupies my face I'll knock your guy'es face if you let me The oddball of my race so how could you forget me? Forget me not! I got my rhymes up in your grill My words will be effective even if I'm standing still Demand at will if you must I bust over fresh sh** One with the music on this motherf**ing west sh** In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb Way up above all that bull sh** you love Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat And its like that In a time filled with hella rhyme In this time we force your mind to climb