Marc Griffin - Grit lyrics

(Intro: Profit Caslon) Marc Griffin 94 Ronin My name is Profit Caslon We are Supervillians Ace in the building We in this mothaf**a (Verse 1: Marc Griffin) Ayo It be the truest Ruthless cat in the pool pit When the tools hit The gats splat leave you toothless I talked to K He gave advice on my mic sk**s It sounded trill He said apply and it might k** So here I am I returned with a vengeance Demolishin man Knock ya door off the hinges Its business Like I recorded in a suit & tie Was born to write so now I'm left with the do or die Idiosyncrasies reachin me through these frequencies On these freakin beats I be freakin all of these freak MCs Nobody safe I want all of they heads Sleepy Hollow swallow hollow tips when I pump Lead Pencils breakin on they bodies limbs That's just the way I live Spider-Man Comics, a jersey, and prolly matchin Timbs I love my city But it feel like a battlefield The battle's real bash ya matter when they grab the steel Protect ya neck But dash quick if you must though n***as is cut-throat Blast holes through ya front door I know this hobo Gave him some cash he copped a four loco n***a use to roll with the law yeah he's an ex-popo Wasted he telling me stories about his glory days I Never forget him on his way to the grave Naive knave a slave to the wave of the wealth I never sleep Nas told me that's the cousin of d**h A moment of stress I'm blessed to be holdin the cress Repellin demons who vexed schemein so I hold teks I'm beamin Makin a mess I'm cleanin all of you weird foes Jealous I'm outstanding in my field like a scarecrow You couldn't get ya feet wet even if you were standing in swimming pools with no shoes and bare toes It's nothing Lemme readjust ya mind frame Controlling all ya thoughts I guess I'm playing mind games (Hook: Profit Caslon) True Grit If you ain't spittin true sh** you foolish Come in our way Ya'll n***as must be stupid These flows is ruthless Get use to us cuz we the new kids We here to attack Better bullet-proof it 94 Ronin & Flight Squad We ready to fight dawg Preparin for months so don't even front We some gritty mothaf**as when it comes to this music sh** Yeah b**h n***as it's on (Verse 2: Marc Griffin) Yeah I'm fantasizing I'm a Supervillian Holding Ciroc taking shots Crooked cops lurking on the block serving rocks Out drop-tops with no shame holdin' they guns co*ked Aimin' at black youth hoping to get they lungs popped State of emergency the urgency's real You don't believe me just emerge and see the urges to k** Hurting for thrills like Foreman they grill The Bailey boys on the avenue grippin the steel hoping they still catch a n***a slippin I remember gettin robbed In broad daylight gettin snuffed from the behind He couldn't find what a n***a was tryna find so he took my iPhone and he spit in my eye The streets equivalent To Hell on Earth so keep ya Faith in Church I'm non-violent but if you strapped it's best you burst it first The curse is in the verse it's evident since birth Know ya worth The worst is yet to come some dying of thirst Abandon houses on the left of me Liquor stores on the right This sh** ain't right but my city's taking whats left of me Can I fight Any longer to reach my destiny? Avoidin felonies creatin leagacies heavily Cookin up remedies ready for whatevers ahead of me Especially life's brevity n***as k** outta jealousy Incredibly this the reason we won't get ascendancy Teenage pregnancy outnumber graduation heavily Drop-out rates increasing readily since the 70s It seems to be n***as hate school they rather learn from streets Holdin gats in fact stashin the cash flow anyone that wanna help they just view em as a**holes It's nothing For them to readjust ya mind frame Controlling all ya thoughts I guess I'm playing mind games