[Verse 1: Marco Polo]

+Natty Dread+ like +Bob+ so rock steady

With no spaghetti with meat sauce

Maybe salads with one toss

No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow

It's religion never suspicious

You're too delicious for the tongue

See the lungs breathe a natural high

Just like the shirts that's so lovely

So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo

Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows

That make ya dance until the sisters take glance

I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance

Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center

Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball

Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall

But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurried

The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry

So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury



[Verse 2: Grap Luva]

So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin'

What's the flavour of the rules they mandate

The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter (?)

A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar

Half that mill, they straight out to kill

I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill

Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain

Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same

I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs

So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival

Considergize less and from conception to arrival

Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease

Learn about life makin' my way to the east

From four square yard struggler

The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme



[Verse 3: Rob O]

In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O

You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo

But your inventions confuse me on the surface

Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose

Check it, thought about it, much much later

Should've kept it real would've been much greater

But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact

Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back

Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit

Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right

Dissention among the ranks

I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm

Upon this world that's forever changin'

The conflict that I'm engagin'

The concert with amiss communication

Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short

Yo it's a Grown Man Sport



[Hook: InI & Pete Rock]

Yeah yeah like that

laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa

it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah

laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa

it's a Grown Man Sport, come on

laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa

it's a Grown Man Sport

lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa

this here is a Grown Man Sport



[Verse 4: Ras G]

Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes

To create a lifestyle to marinate

Different latitudes search cocaine to food

Excuse my move to bliss

Eternal stress in fits

I see the same in many, penny thoughts

Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin'

Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling

Go real only when a nigga make me any noise

So figure, the first letter supports the sport



[Outro: InI & Pete Rock]

laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa

it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah

laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa

it's a Grown Man Sport, come on

laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa

it's a Grown Man Sport

lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa

yeah it's a Grown Man Sport

Like that

This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god

Rastafari Selassie

InI as we come of for 95 96

Ya live, respect