Back to the grill again, the grill again
You need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack this
And you're more optimistic than the sounds of blackness
Flip rhymes to rip through the chest cavity
And I keep going and going just like an energizer battery
Flattery will get you nowhere unless it's the derriere
And then it gets you everywhere
Went to the flea market, was in my car pocket
Beef like blunts, if you got it, then spark it
And with the fist to come came the fist
And you joined Steve and Seagal on them off a deaf hit list
Went back to the 70s and brothers got on grins
Cause they can step the season safe, slap me some skins, honey dip
And take the squad to the TV
Hit it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV
And if there ain't no pace, there's no show
I just chill and return to kick them in the grill
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And sis service
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We gon' try it like this, though
What's the style while I do it, if you know it
Oh, you knew it, if you knew it, then you knew it
If I catch a punk to it, I'ma drop the flavor fluid
On his head, yep, I threw it
And like Aretha Franklin, your mom's jumpin' to it
So, so, so, where did you go, where do you know?
So many people wanna be fly like Joe
G-I-E-I-O
Lots and lots, and any rapper can top the Red Hot
Not R&B, rips, hip-hop
Not MC, hip-hop, hip-hop
MC Search is gonna flip-flop, not
All my hoes look like Sasquatch, not
And George Bush gets enough props
Well, anyway, I'ma slay, slay, lay
Pull a hoe around my way, I may hook a souffle
Well, hello, what's up? I like to think MC Search
Yo, you're chill for making me part of history
Kickin' him in the grill
Vanessa, keep a Technon in my dresser
Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure
Mine like a computer, the inserter
Paragraphs of murder, the nightclub flirter
This is Nas, kid, you know how it runs
I'm waving automatic guns at none
Stickin' up to preachers in the church
I'm a stone crook, serial killer
Who works by the phone book
For you, I got a lot to shoot, the songs are here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with gonorrhea
On the mic, I live for Cavalry Spill
It's like that y'all, that y'all
Kick him in the grill
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Jump, jump with the man with the plan
Jump back, back to the grill again
The grill again
Jump, jump with the man with the plan
Jump back, the jumps and breaks it out
He fakes, then he reacts
The band, he makes the verse
Fix the search, kick him in the grill again
Part two, sequel of
The dialect, the derelict, the murder licks
Vanilla kick to the clime, on the crucifix
Comin' around the mountain when he comes
With several wreckin' bumps
Digest the lyrics, then you suck on some tums
Crumbs with the MSG from the lumped sons
The licks you to the mix you to the fix you
Then you hummin'
The door rings, yo, I'm comin' to a theater near you
Get your popcorn and your brew and the Guinness style
Check the clock, what I'm about
Cause you are a blabbermouth
A blabber, it gets no badder
Lyrics on the diet, cause it gets no fatter
Like the Gwen to the Guthrie
Jump to the bone to see what the search is
With the verses, swear to the illustrious
*** a dab of snobberfish
You want us to sell out your wish
My lips will never touch the circumference of a spliff
And if you see some coke or some still
With some ill pill, yo, kick me in the grill grill
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Back to the grill again
So get up and get down
Search will never stand still
So here's the true or false, tell me if it's factable
You wanna kill the clam, shoot the fans at a tractor pull
Got crazy games so no one can stop me
But ayo, I'm white
I guess my game is hockey
Or basketball, football, taking papes and poker
If honey dip got a money clip, I'm gonna stroke up
Wait a minute, chill, chill, can't swing
Cause my girl ain't my girl no more, now she gotta reign
Respect my wisdom like I respect myself
Try to cheat, I'll put you in a tree just like the Keebler elves
You couldn't be the Mac if you had to call the hat the hoe
And your * would still be out the back like a patio
Cause I saw you eating pig knuckles
With Frankie Knuckles in a club called Chuckles
Wearing nameplate belt buckles
God damn, your life is flimsy
Gave you enough respect but took it back cause I was stingy
So from the cons and pros to the pros and the cons
Call me a motherfucker, I'll say, yeah, I * your moms
Until she calls back, I'm going to chill
Piss the red, Iced out love atone, jumprock, kick em and the ***
Back to the grill again
The grill again
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The grill again
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The grill again
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Searching never stands still
Back to the grill again
The grill again
Jump, jump with the man with the flatDP
Jump, jump with the man with the flatDP
Back to the grill again
Jump, jump with the man with the flatDP
Jump, jump with the man with the flatDP
Jump, jump with the man with the flatDP
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man,
never stands still
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