Back To The Grill

Back to the grill again, the grill again You need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack this
 And you're more optomistic than the Sounds of Blackness
 Flip lines 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 that'll get you everywhere
 Went to the flea market, was in the cark, parked it
 Big fat 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 grants
 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
 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 chewin
 Imma 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 do ya know
 SO many people want to be fly like Joe
 G.I., E.I., oh lots and lots
 And 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 nuff props
 Well, anyway, Imma slay slay lay
 Pull a hoe 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
 Finesse, keep a Tech-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 ghonnerea
 On the mic I let vocabulary spill
 (It's like that y'all) That y'all, kick em in the grill
 The Chubbsta breaks? stabbabi? fakes, steady rate h
 The panty mix the verse, looks to Serch, kick him in the grill again, sequel of "The Dialect, The Derelect"
 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
 Hummmmmmming, 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 sapper, 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
 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
 To to 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 hoe
 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 nuff 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