Don't Go Against the Grain

How many MCs must we put in pain? [Pop The Brown Hornet] I had a dream that I was in an MC war Kinda different than any other dream I had before MCs packin rhymes like jiggys be packin nines They said a verse and it was like I could read they fuckin minds I threw a metaphor, this player gave me an encore They asked him what you go and fuck with Pop for You read his diary, heard he's won every rivalry If you ask me I feel you owe him an apology An old school cat who got knowledge under his cap So don't approach me with that bullshit black Because I been there, did that, bust shots and sold crack Been shot at but I been put here to rap So no matter what you do and say my style been put here to stay Just like the sun sees the next day Manditory that you hear my story To all them thugs who thought I wouldn't make it, you ain't got nuthin for me You couldn't clean the shit off my shoes That I stepped in when I was out there payin my dues You's a blown fuse, bad news Good for nothin like tattoos and saggy boobs June Luva drop the jewels on em Warn em, go get em [June Luva] Yo let's go to war, and my objective is to score Collectin mad points as my opponents hit the floor You better come the best way you know how nigga Gun play, that's the way it goes down nigga I know you know the rules of New York Bullshit walk, so kill all that bloodclot talk We hawk, I stalk the streets with the Ginsu Anybody move, cop killer to your tissue Hits you, put you where the good lord split you Whoever that be doubtin my steez nigga please I been through more shit than toilet bowl flushes Ran through more clicks than NFL rushers Plus this be the best connect that you've heard In a long time, muthafuckers that's my word Observe the way I just cock back and serve Niggas in my way gettin hit with the AK Automatic I'm quick to cause static Laugh in your face, haha, then let you have it So lounge my niggas you in the danger zone It's only certain parts you's allowed to roam And don't sleep cause shorties down the block is deep Got somethin for that ass that lift you off your feet And that's real Chorus: How many MCs must we put in pain Before somebody says don't go against the Grain The Grain, here to jumpstart the Earth's engine And keep the world movin and spinnin [Down Low Recka] We been blessed with skill to make a nigga pay So we gave a percentage away to MCA To take to Universal from uptown round to China You turn that Tokyo back to South Carolina Whoever got the currency you got me performin at your big arena That's full of smoke from Medina Roll up the greenery My niggas backstage'll set the scenery So I can let you know what rap mean to me It's real cause cash rule under property I'm goin at the family land, nuthin stoppin me Cockin back nine, insertin em in nine holes Your genitals, eyes, ears, ass, mouth and nose I been told by a higher power to do whatever It takes to make our lives better and worry when I'm deader Mentally I'm hooked by society So I'm flippin on them niggas eyein me and payin high salary For me to tell my brothers to kill each other I ain't fuckin with the ignorant, I'm goin undercover Breakin stereotypes along with cordless mics When evil strike I beat that ass cause he can't fight Chorus (2x) Ha ha, spinnin, word up, movin, we keeps it Movin, G.P. never losin The Grain, word up, niggas is always choosin How we move and other shit, word up, it's that shit Word up, yeah yeah, keep it movin y'all, word up Unh, keep it movin y'all, word up word up, the Grain baby Yeah, yeah, niggas know how it go, word up