Back to the Grill

[Hook: All] Back to the grill again, the grill again (Repeat x6) [Verse 1: MC Serch] You need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack this And you're more optimistic than the Sounds of Blackness Flip rhymes that rip through the chest cavity And I keep going and going just like an Energizer battery Flattery will get you nowhere, unless it's the derriere And then it gets you everywhere Went to the flea market, was in the car, parked it Beef like blunts, if you got it then spark it And with the fisticuffs came the fists And you've joined Steven Segal on the Marked for Death hitlist Went back to the 70's and brothers got on grins Cause they can step to some sisters and say "Slap me some skins "Honeydip," and take the squad to the teepee Hit it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV And if there ain't no papes there's no show I'll just chill and return to kick 'em in the grill [Hook] [Verse 2: Red Hot Lover Tone] Bust a style while I do it, if you know it oh you knew it If you knew it then you knew it, if I catch a punk chewing I'mma drop the flavor fluid on his head, yep I flew it And like Aretha Franklin, your moms is jumping to it So, so, so, where did you go, what did you know SO many people want to be fly like Joe G.I., E.I., oh lots and lots And any rapper can top the Red Hot (Not!) R&B rips hip-hop (Not!) MC Serch is gonna flip-flop (Not!) All my hoes look like sasquatch (Not!) And George Bush gets enough props Well, anyway, I'mma slay slay lay Pull a ho around my way and make hooker souffle Red Hot Lover Tone would like to thank MC Serch Yo, you're chill for making me a part of history Kicking em in the grill [Verse 3: Nas] Finesser, keep a Tec-9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure Mind like a computer, the inserter Paragraphs of murder, the nightclub flirter This is Nas, kid, you know how it runs I'm waving automatic guns at nuns Sticking up the preachers in the church, I'm a stone crook Serial killer, who works by the phone book For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with gonorrhoea On the mic I let vocabulary spill (It's like that y'all) That y'all, kick em in the grill [Hook] [Verse 4: Chubb Rock] The Chubbsta breaks ?ya naughty? fakes, steady rate h The panty mix the verse, looks to Serch, kick him in the grill again Part 2, sequel of "The Dialect, The Derelict" The murder licks, Vanilla kicks alive on the crucifix Coming around the mountain, when he comes to sell more record bums Digest the lyrics then you suck on some Tums Crumbs with the energy from the lump sums And lips to to the mixture to the friction and then you're humming The door rings, yo I'm coming To a theater near you, get your popcorn and your brew And a Guiness Stout, check the clout when I'm about Cause YOU are a BLABBERMOUTH A blabber, it gets no badder Lyrics on a diet cause it gets no fatter Like a Gewn to the Guthrien, jumping up on the scene With the Serches with the verses Word up, the illustrious Rapper dapper snapper fish, you want us to sell out your wish My lips have never touched the circumference of a spliff And if you see some coke or some spill With some ill pill, yo kick me in the grill grill [Hook] [Verse 5: MC Serch] So here's a true and false, tell me if it's factable You wanna kill the Klan, shoot the fans a tractor pull Got crazy game, so no one can stop me But ayo, I'm white, I guess my game is hockey Or basketball, football, taking papes in poker If honeydip got a moneyclip I'm gonna stroke her Wait a minute, chill chill, can't swing Cause my girl ain't my girl no more, now she got a ring Respect my wisdom like I respect myself Try the G I'll put you in a tree like the Keebler elves You couldn't be The Mack if you had the car, the hat, the ho And your shit would still be out the back like a patio Cause I saw you eating pig knuckles, with Frankie Knuckles In a bar called Chuckles wearing name plate belt buckles Goddamn your life is flimsy Gave you enough respect, but gave it back cause I was stingy So from the cons and pros to the pros and the cons Call me a motherfucker I'll say "Yeah I fucked your moms" Until she calls back I'm gonna chill Peace to Red Hot Lover Tone, Chubb Rock, kick 'em in the grill [Hook]