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GRITS Album


Redemption (2006)
2006
1.
2.
3.
4.
Tight Wit These (Featuring IZ)
5.
Soul Cry
6.
Ambitions (Featuring Canibus)
7.
You Said (Featuring Pigeon John & BTwice)
8.
We Ride
9.
Memories
10.
Open Bar (Featuring Pigeon John)
11.
Right Back (Featuring Brittiny Wadell)
. . .


We Workin
Redemptions
Grits

Verse 1:
Call it a second wind the beast has awoken from the pen
Departed from sin, but still breakin' bread with my kin
On a deeper water mission, pimpin' , fishin' for men
Who glisten and grin, but keep a darker secret within
I'm a deeper light exposin' them
Chosen to bring Jehovah through
Move it, or I'm runnin' over you
Ludacris with a bigger shoe
Stompin' you out like Herc would do
Signaling death to flirt with you
Touching G's and working you
Lyrically I'm Da Vinci Code
Listen we're at the Super Bowl, the game you're trying to get to
Rookie, you in training clothes, we're franchise in booth
Country boys, but city with it
Foolish flows, and witty with it
Give it how it's given
Painted pad and higher livin'
Never switchin' my position
Put my kids in your condition
Stackin paper like im Staples
Stable livin, that's the mission
Illustrated, documented,
Future Scriptures: spit it! Finished.
Ya I said it cuz I meant it and I mean it cuz I live it

Verse 2:
Pop the top, it's a celebration!
Everyone's invited, excited, to deliver to you
The results: the few have been ignited!
Got it through treacherous realms
Uttered the devil's hails
Led me subconsciously back to well off the Father's begins
Earn a strike or two, seeing if I was ever in the path of imminent danger
Remember the separate image I analyze the results the culmination of repercussions
We be up for anything in our discussions
Never blushin', speak candid, so the mass can understand it
Eradicate what's in my vicinity, annihilation's my purpose
Worthless, gaining anonymity, no matter cuz they gonna remember me
Spoke golden, why determine they holding two titles at the same time
Artist and CEO, no picture in my frame of mind
Redemption record comin' soon,
Savor the most, so post blogs, on your MySpaces, or to any friends in high places
Interject it, dissect it, aim it, shoot it, direct it
Give myself a personal evaluation: I wrecked it!

. . .


(La-la-la-la); woo, woo, woo; (la-la-la-la); all free girls across the dance floor right now; we're gonna do it like this.

[Chorus: (La-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; come on, you better than that; go swing it back shorty, let me whisper to ya; (la-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; come on, you better than that; it'll only take a second shorty, listen to me; (la-la-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; I know you're doin' your thing; but shorty, let me explain; girl, you better than that; you better than that; you better than that; you better than that].

Baby girl you OK, are you OK; baby girl, it's kinda' lookin' like a bad day; nah, I ain't bein' funny or nuttin', but let me kick it to you real like a play, play cousin; ‘cause we go way back, like easy bake ovens; kept the batter in the fridge, ‘cause there's roaches in the cupboard (ha, ha, ha, ha); now that we've established that, go on take a load off and chit chat witch your brother; what happened witch your man, well that's what's up; I thought you said he was the one, and want to give him a son; and after him you was done, because there was no other; even got along good with his family and mother; girl, stop trippin'; you can't change a man, unless a man wanna change with thee, and rearrange his own plan, his own mind maybe; take a stand on his own leg, his own path lay.

Real talk; you know you a flirt; but even realer baby girl, you gotta' love you first; see, don't let nobody else determine your worth; don't let another man or woman drag you down in the dirt; I know, truth hurt, but it's good like a medicine; swallow it down, let it work and get you better babe; learn to be patient, let God finish you first; you bigger them diamonds and a superficial purse; (la, la, la, la; hello BeBe, you and me-ee; la, la, la, la; elevate, hollow me-ee; la, la, la, la, la; L-O-V-E, you and me-ee; la-la-la-la-la-la, la-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah).

Beautiful baby girl, you're baby bobby head; precious as baby's is born, baby's a perfect ten; almost as perfect when you, you make your presence felt; you're strikin' presence it hit me, it hit below the belt; how can we cherish this moment, of pick and make it stick; know they impatiently waitin' for you girl, this is it; it's the time I fine dine, double date, triple date, fine dine, sippin' on fine wine; time fly's by, before we close, eyes don't lie, well sometimes they do; and big girls cry too; try to properly, prepare myself for future burn; girls, while I carry those, careful so at every turn; not just a job, but an adventure, I come to pinch ‘ya; call Alamo to wrench ‘ya, prayin' to the God I've sent ‘cha; important as indentures, either or, I can't leave ‘fore our lives are intertwined like chained link fence; (la, la, la, la, la; L-O-V-E, you and me-ee; la, la, la, la; elevate, hollow me-ee; la, la, la, la, la; L-O-V-E, you and me-ee; la-la-la-la-la-la, la-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah).

(La-la-la-la) And if I loves you Bro, we gotta' get through, through; listen to my teacher, be a stud'nt; (la, la, la, la) I ain't the one to steer you wrong; wrote the lyrics to this song; helpin' others in your position, to move on.

(La-la-la, la-la) And if I loves you Bro, we gotta' get through, through; listen to my teacher, be a stud'nt; I ain't the one to steer you wrong; wrote the lyrics to this song; helpin' others in your position, to move on.

[Chorus].

. . .


Chorus:
Hey! Taxing with the traction
I'm parlaying in my zone
Forget what they gonna say
Haters and their fake gators
Catered to the ideals
That we gonna break, shake, at the site of my wheels
Turning like 20, 20
Hundred spokes on baby blues
Powdered like the Johnsons
Once its done, and its being viewed
Relaxing when I…hey
Taxing with the traction
I'm parlaying in my zone
Forget what they gonna say
Hey…

Verse 1
Hey, find the moment together, all the evidence
Fathomed what is sub-sequential
Paths in the barrel, we lobsters and we love to pinch you
Get you in a bind like notebook paper
Kidnapper of innocents, oh you the ones who take em?
Run em hard, bend em break us
Fools, whose? Say it, say it
Choose trues playa playa
Whose blues? Don't confuse the blues, clues, playa playa
Why don't you chose the tools that's gonna well equip
Keep you fresh like celibate
And maybe one of these days we'll fellowship,
Ain't that a trip!
Ha, ha, you must've missed it,
Ha, ha, ha, Don't get it twisted
Ha, Take the time, revisit
Is it what the games been missin'?
Do you know that lanes change?
Or do you simply underestimate the fact
A new outlook could evolve and brain change
I don't just be sayin' things,
Allow my heart to know the words
Played the bubble, bask and glow, luminescent, laugh and double
Troubles abound, rebound, to shake the fiber of our being
Seein' status for a moment,
Warning: a crack destroying each component.

Verse 2
I hear the chitter chatter but it never matter
Flip with paper batter, tryin to get these themes fatter
Seem to make these haters matter
Look at em, so sound, bout to cry, no sir, but my flesh wont let me do it
Got me numb to all emotion
Like the killer with a post it
Im all off in my zone man
Wish theyd leave me ‘lone man
Understand their bone
Tryin' to lead them to the throne
Where there's healing for the soul
And the least is made whole
And the grown is getting' born again
Severed from the secret sin
Hidden from the eyes of man
Hopeless on the ropes again
Drownin in the shallow end
Takin' dirty water in
Quickly dying slowly
Slippin' deep into the distance
I'm pressin' with the sisters
Resisting the resistors
They're trackin' my sisters
My commitment is consistent
So they listen when they listen in
And digress to digest the diction's definition
And bypass the backlash of hater's that forget ‘em

. . .


Chorus

Now If you're tight with these
Go do your snaps
And if you're tight with these
throw your sholders back
Now if you're tight with these
Go bob your head
And if you're tight with these
Go throw that bread

Way yonder over the bridge,
out on the street
They shouldn't have to tell you, stay out
Given the circumstances forseen,
Coming off my block and onto your scene
Now we're potent as X and morphine
Gonna put a hex, X the whole thing
Expect Rhyme Runners, front-gunners
Bypass all the chicks that will want us
With their arms overthown us,
No homo chess on a classic rhyme
You'll find that my mind is promo,
Bites of Perry como, Move fast, no slow-mo
Got to be fierce if your heart was ever pierced
These snaps is traps, it's at me here
These raps, perhaps, will guide me here
If not for God's divine, I would not be here

Now If you're tight with these
Go do your snaps
And if you're tight with these
throw your sholders back
Now if you're tight with these
Go bob your head
And if you're tight with these
Go throw that prayer!

The Rest Coming Soon!

. . .

Soul Cry

[No lyrics]

. . .

Ambitions (Featuring Canibus)

[No lyrics]

. . .


remember when you told me it would never end
We would be together like stimpy and ren
Guess it was a lie
Cause now you is dead

Spit it on a love afair
that ofen make us lose touch
insanity we ???? it
try to pry it from a fool clutch
travel down the road
it came to forks many times
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like spacel when mixxed
aplied to cracks and bricks
an inataquit fix
for a momment on it it sticks
you were all I wanted
adramul enough
built a castel in my mind
now the house is haunted
I remain secure
with motives I say is pure
Its a shame we can't endure
Cause the fame take me on tour
trust me I know what happends
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we can't wrestle life
we gotta get it before it gets way


She was my high school sweatty
everything I thought I needed
hazel eyes long hair
butter cream porterican
but it seems I was thinkin bout the beauty of her featuers

. . .

We Ride

[No lyrics]

. . .

Memories

[No lyrics]

. . .


Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Come on,
Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go.

So get you cups up, get your drink up,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

The world is yours, you can kick it any way you want,
You can be a slave forever, you can be the stump that everybody walks over,
Or you can be a boulder and crush those fools like a Buffalo soldier,
Yeah, Tennessee up in the house like this, and we smacking all suckers with the West Coast twist, (we yell)
Dead flow in the Cadillac, baby, the windows rolled down on the Sunset Strip,
The price paid, the blood on the ground laid,
We ‘bout to change the game like the Bones brigade,
And I'm the new Lance Mountain in some D & G jeans,
I'm cold chilling, baby, with the West Coast lean.

No matter who you are, tonight is open bar.

So get you cups up, get your drink up,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Come on,
Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go.

So get you cups up, get your drink up,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

The living liquid is acidic when it's going down exquisite,
Revisited, I did it, live it to the triple digit,
Give it, get it ‘til it pivot with it,
Carter said we did it,
Let it eat at you, acidic,
We got it ‘cause we get it, did it,
In a manner, planned a proper course and took it,
Lead a brighter light of hope, invading games and certain that no one mistook it for a fleeting moment,
On it like a vigilante group,
Purchase ticket, come and see me on it like a business suit,
I'm the supplying the truth, soon ample amounts of ammo,
A word of caution though: never chew off more than you can handle,
This is just a snippet, body ripping in the sample,
Consequences, limit, ain't no gimmicks in this foxhole.

No matter who you are, tonight is open bar.

Propose a toast:

So get you cups up, get your drink up,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Come on,
Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time.

It's that lyrical liquid, miracle liquid,
Same divine wine Jesus pickled the sick with,
Healed the afflicted,
Dipped, sipped and chilled with his click wit,
Last supper for the label, and Grits to break bread with,
A permanent link, penned with a permanent ink,
Discern vessels to eternally think,
For twelve years we been earning our keep, and won't stop,
Shed tears for the lost souls falling asleep,
They spear beers to the homies who was caught in the street,
We say our prayers for the mothers who was left with the grief,
Wait patiently in the night for the thief to creep,
In the blink of an eye, standing at the cold of his feet,
Sipping that living water, keeping my mind in order,
Passing the cup dutifully, it ended up beautifully.

So get you cups up, and get your drink on,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Come on,
Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time.

Get loose if you wanna get loose,
‘Cause we got that juice to make you choose truth,
Over there they pop grits,
Over there they got gooks,
Over here we keep it grade-A 150 proof.

No matter who you are, tonight is open bar.

So get you cups up, get your drink on,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Come on,
Leaning on my side, hanging onto my ride,
‘69 Cadillac, black on both sides,
Here we go, it's open bar time,
Here we go, it's open bar time.

Get loose if you wanna get loose,
‘Cause we got that juice to make you choose truth,
Over there they pop grits,
Over there they got gooks,
Over here we keep it grade-A 150 proof.

No matter who you are, tonight is open bar.

So get you cups up, get your drink on,
It's living water, baby,
Get your mind in order, baby.

. . .

Right Back (Featuring Brittiny Wadell)

[No lyrics]

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