Tragedy Khadafi - Grand Groove lyrics

Yeah Check it out Let's just sit back And think about all your peoples that pa**ed away All my peoples that pa**ed away All my peoples All my peoples that pa**ed away Just another one of them type of things To your peoples Check it out Check it out Let me lock down and get into this I gets funky like a monkey that ain't washed in years My poetical punch puts me above my peers I'm a hood who's good, many say I'm intelligent Ultimate imperial, lyrical of benevolence In '86 I was the Ebony Prince Movin on, for '92 I make a big difference Slash your rope and take your soul and change you into a queen I'm the king in this here thing and now I'm rippin the scene No delayin in my sayin, cause playin is for little kids But when I'm stressed, I go relax inside my pyramid I write raps, precious like artifacts Cause I'm a cool cat tryin to get real fat What's in my name, but the style is a description Because my sk**s date back to the Egyptians Cream of the Earth, and I was first to swim the Nile And I was chosen at birth to be a star child Rap vernacular and lyrical conceiver Nubian lover who never caught the jungle fever Reflect and inject in your brain, so you won't forget it I grab the mic and save the party like a paramedic The instrumental leads the way to my mentality Life is a tragedy, but hey, it's just reality I fell asleep, but then I woke up quick on the double Peace to Trouble, yo baby, you know I love you Dancin on the clouds with your golden mic While I'm livin on this Earth I'm gonna keep the fight Mother, don't cry, she didn't die, she just took the trip So all you drug dealin n***as better get a grip I treat girls like Nikes and I love to sport em My brain blooms like a flower in the month of autumn Autumn is fall, pardon me, I meant to say spring So here's some cash, buy a new mic, I'mma rep this thing Sneak to the jams into the parks until my mother called me Droppin the sk**s on the mic my dead father taught me Intelligent, but you know the Hoodlum stays behind me And when you need me, Mrs. [Name] you know where to find me The heat is on, word is bond, and it's gettin higher I dedicate this to [Name] and my little Mya Bustin my brain, designin raps really paid off Rough or smooth, I never felt the need to get soft So now I flex this, young and I'm wreckless A revolutionist, far from a s**ist But yet still a lotta ladies wanna s** The god in the flesh, whatever I possess I grab the microphone, and intellect will manifest Yeah Check it out Just one of them type of things That you just sit back And think aobut all your peoples that pa**ed away All my peoples that pa**ed away All my peoples All my peoples that pa**ed away All my peoples that's pa**ed away My man [Name], bust a move We love you, [Name], bust a move My man [Name], bust a move We love you, [Name], bust a move Grand Groove, bust a move We love you, Grand Groove You know what I'm sayin? One of them type of things We dedicate to the peoples To all my peoples that pa**ed away To all my peoples that pa**ed away We love you to this day All my peoples, that's the way And that's the way Check it out, bust a move Grand Groove, bust a move We love you, Grand Groove, bust a move