MC Serch - Back To The Grill Lyrics
f/ Chubb Rock, Nas, Red Hot Lover ToneChorus:Back to the grill again, the grill again (repeat 6x)[MC Serch]You need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack thisAnd you're more optomistic than the Sounds of BlacknessFlip lines that rip through the chest cavityAnd I keep going and going just like an Energizer batteryFlattery will get you nowhere, unless it's the derriereAnd that'll get you everywhereWent to the flea market, was in the cark, parked itBig fat blunts, if you got it then spark itAnd with the fisticuffs came the fistsAnd you've joined Steven Segal on the Marked for Death hitlistWent back to the 70's and brothers got on grantsCause they can step to some sisters and say "Slap me some skins"Honeydip, and take the squad to the teepeeHit it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TVAnd if there ain't no papes there's no showI'll just chill and return to kick em in the grillChorus[Red Hot Lover Tone]Bust a style while I do it, if you know it oh you knew itIf you knew it then you knew it, if I catch a punk chewinImma drop the flavor fluid on his head, yep I flew itAnd like Aretha Franklin, your moms is jumping to itSo, so, so, where did you go, what do ya knowSO many people want to be fly like JoeG.I., E.I., oh lots and lotsAnd rapper can top the Red Hot (Not!)R&B rips hip-hop (Not!)MC Serch is gonna flip-flop (Not!)All my hoes look like sasquatch (Not!)And George Bush gets nuff propsWell, anyway, Imma slay slay layPull a hoe around my way and make hooker souffleRed Hot Lover Tone would like to thank MC SerchYo, you're chill for making me a part of historyKicking em in the grill[Nas]Finesse, keep a Tech-9 in my dresserLyrical professor, keep you under pressureMind like a computer, the inserterParagraphs of murder, the nightclub flirterThis is Nas, kid, you know how it runsI'm waving automatic guns at nunsSticking up the preachers in the church, I'm a stone crookSerial killer, who works by the phone bookFor you I got a lot to shoot my songs in hereMy rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnereaOn the mic I let vocabulary spill(It's like that y'all) That y'all, kick em in the grillChorus[Chubb Rock]The Chubbsta breaks ?stabbabi? fakes, steady rate hThe panty mix the verse, looks to Serch, kick him in the grill againPart 2, sequel of "The Dialect, The Derelect"The murder licks, Vanilla kicks alive on the crucifixComing around the mountain, when he comes to sell more record bumsDigest the lyrics then you suck on some TumsCrumbs with the energy from the lump sumsAnd lips to to the mixture to the friction and then you'reHummmmmmming, the door rings, yo I'm comingTo a theater near you, get your popcorn and your brewAnd a Guiness Stout, check the clout when I'm aboutCause YOU are a BLABBERMOUTHA blabber, it gets no badderLyrics on a diet cause it gets no fatterLike a Gewn to the Guthrien, jumping up on the sceneWith the Serches with the versesWord up, the illustriousRapper dapper sapper, you want us to sell out your wishMy lips have never touched the circumference of a spliffAnd if you see some Coke or some spillWith some ill pill, yo kick me in the grill grillChorus[MC Serch]So here's a true and false, tell me if it's factableYou wanna kill the Klan, shoot the fans a tractor pullGot crazy game, so no one can stop meBut ayo, I'm white, I guess my game is hockeyOr basketball, football, taking papes in pokerIf honeydip got a moneyclip I'm gonna stroke herWait a minute, chill chill, can't swingCause my girl ain't my girl no more, now she got a ringRespect my wisdom like I respect myselfTo to G I'll put you in a tree like the Keebler elvesYou couldn't be The Mack if you had the car, the hat, the hoeAnd your shit would still be out the back like a patioCause I saw you eating pig knuckles, with Frankie KnucklesIn a bar called Chuckles wearing name plate belt bucklesGoddamn your life is flimsyGave you nuff respect, but gave it back cause I was stingySo from the cons and pros to the pros and the consCall me a mother*****er I'll say "Yeah I *****ed your moms"Until she calls back I'm gonna chillPeace to Red Hot Lover Tone, Chubb Rock, kick em in the grillChorus
