KISH - Straight to yer grill lyrics

rate me

oh shit

yeah

I got my man Supereme on the wheels right about now

my man Bronco in the back

he's eatin' the rest of the pizza

we just coolin' out in the studio right about now

I wanna send some shouts out

Mystic, what's happenin' man?

Mastermind, what's up?

Mad Crew Logic on the set

Tape holdin' it down in Montreal

Wio-K, C-Mo, and Cosmo

my little brothers

now we gonna run this down for all you emcess who be goin' around in

circles and circles and circles

cause they sayin' they professional

but they get up on stage, mutha fuckas start doin' the moonwalk

so we got a little advice for you, we got a little news for you

we're gonna tell you how to run your shit

here we go, check it out

make no mistake

I take a thousand days out for break

makin' tapes I'm refinin'

takin' time while these emcees fakin'

you think you're stingin' me

but when your style is whack it's fouler than girl with clap came in virginity

you press play and you'll be ratin' what I'm creatin'

frontin' cause you think you sound like Nas, but you nauseatin'

now I know you wanna fight

but I pick up the mic, and you fuckin' freak out and run like the price is

right

I like my girls thick, I like my pockets phat

that's why I left Slay and M

cause I was sick of gettin' jacked

mutha fuckas with no rap for crap

the cocaine they blowin' while your records are no gain

and knowing this is actual, I'm on to they plans

they all for later

I'll be bangin' rougher than condoms made of sand paper

so while you thinkin' of things you think that you could show me

I'll be kickin' your crew off the edge of cliffs like they was coyotes

all this, and after it you go with slow talk

from nappy headed, bald, blonde, bonet, a weave, and mohawk

and while I'm movin' like a taxi cab

maybe grab a backseat

try to battle, leave your bloody ass a maxi pad

there's just too many rappers not original

I'm like the air all around you, I'm always there but I ain't visible

you couldn't see me, be me, beat me, or defeat me

here's a hint

psssst, you need to run your shit like me

ask yourself what the fuck you doin?

when you got 11 minutes of a 90 minute cassette that you just ruinend

and that's your demo ain't no replacin' or erasin'

cause you only catchin' wreck in your living room den and basement

so now you knowing that the rhymes is ill

so now you knowing who possess the skills

so now you knowing that you needs to chill

cause Watchdog is in effect, so you shoul watch your grill