Back to the grill again, the grill againYou need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack thisAnd you're more optimistic than the sounds of blacknessFlip rhymes to rip through the chest cavityAnd I keep going and going just like an energizer batteryFlattery will get you nowhere unless it's the derriereAnd then it gets you everywhereWent to the flea market, was in my car pocketBeef like blunts, if you got it, then spark itAnd with the fist to come came the fistAnd you joined Steve and Seagal on them off a deaf hit listWent back to the 70s and brothers got on grinsCause they can step the season safe, slap me some skins, honey dipAnd take the squad to the TVHit it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TVAnd if there ain't no pace, there's no showI just chill and return to kick them in the grillBack to the grill againBack to the grill againAnd sis serviceBack to the grill againWe gon' try it like this, thoughWhat's the style while I do it, if you know itOh, you knew it, if you knew it, then you knew itIf I catch a punk to it, I'ma drop the flavor fluidOn his head, yep, I threw itAnd like Aretha Franklin, your mom's jumpin' to itSo, so, so, where did you go, where do you know?So many people wanna be fly like JoeG-I-E-I-OLots and lots, and any rapper can top the Red HotNot R&B, rips, hip-hopNot MC, hip-hop, hip-hopMC Search is gonna flip-flop, notAll my hoes look like Sasquatch, notAnd George Bush gets enough propsWell, anyway, I'ma slay, slay, layPull a hoe around my way, I may hook a souffleWell, hello, what's up? 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