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