Cappadonna - Grungy lyrics

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Yo, Check it out ya'll, Yeah

And you don't quit, Yeah, I keep rocking on

Keep rocking that shit till the crowd is gone

Poppi Wardrobe King, The suits and ties

The connect down in Baltimore, Pounds and pies

Bids in the city jail, Plus the state bids

Child support wars, Crazy kids

Cab driver with the black Range, Better Life nigga

Theodore Unit, Down with Trife nigga

You might see me in the hood chilling with a white nigga

Pushing something big with a tight insignia

I'm a Wu-Tang reject, Special Ed with the pen

Tore Tokyo down, Got my yen

Disappear off albums and I fade off pictures

Always getting stuck with these stink ass bitches

Mad styles, Niggas is jealous

Jumping all on my dick like a frank with relish

I bleed pellets, Spit sperattic

Crack a nigga cabbage open, Leave you stroke'n on the mic

Darts lop sided and broken, Niggas is Hoboken

Soho, Hoiten, Skimahorns at the top of they head

I'm the last one to get that bread

Jay Bird, Bags of herb, Coke, Crack, Dust

Back of the bus, Back out of the cuffs

Back in your wifie's butt

Six-three ACG's, Valor's and stuff

Keep grinding til my head hurts, Tours is ruff

Whores never get enough of the team

You better protect that neck motherfucker when you get that CREAM

Ayo, My turban is tight like, Selassie I the first

Better yet like Sizzler Calungy

I grab the mics and then I bungy

A lot of ya'll niggas ain't grungy

One, Two, Yo Cap my style is crusty, Like Sicilian pie square sliced

Understanding Power God Muslim, Son I'm nice

I left my kufi in your cab, Here's your turban

This is my philosophy like I sample Weldon Irving

Rappers know that wack compared to King Solomon

Not grundy, I more grungy then an age infected dungy

All we got in common, Venus, Birth, And methodology

Giving all you dumb thugs a model for your psychology

World traveler, Cryptic script unraveler

The predictor, A Psalmist, A dead rapper embalmist

Joe Cotton, My tongue's symbolic to a dagger

Jay Bird you built a house that sheltered many of swagger

A lot of these cats they lack the pain in they voice

The fuck you been through, Yeah I was homeless, And Planetless

But never ever poemless, Or talentless

I made a compact with God to expose your cowardness