歌曲 | The Grind Date |
歌手 | De La Soul |
专辑 | The Grind Date |
作词 : Anderson, De La Soul, Howe ... | |
if the meek shall inherit the earth | |
and not the weak | |
let me inherit the street, ****** it | |
you know what I mean? | |
I mean I love life man, you know what I mean | |
life is beautiful, it's just the shit in it that's ****** up | |
it's rough but it's fair | |
people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job | |
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo | |
he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids | |
you feel me? | |
I'm a rhyme artist | |
out here tryin' to grind my hardest | |
up early so to milk the cow | |
keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields | |
to keep my john han****'s worth up in the now | |
went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts | |
positions is parta my mission to hangin' on top | |
gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers | |
and them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not | |
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt | |
I'm hands on with it all up in my cuticles | |
some try to get off the farm but fell into harm | |
of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals | |
but, I was raised in those blue collar themes | |
havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means | |
and though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget | |
the poor are the ones who inherit the debt | |
you can bet I got better things to do than that | |
I was a ****** who got jerked by Tom and his boys | |
came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog | |
as if it wouldn't leave me less than coy | |
but I'm far from bitter even farther from quittin' | |
got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' | |
and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights | |
as of by seen of through masta's eye | |
it's the grind date | |
know what I'm sayin? I'm sick of askin' that | |
I mean, the street philosophy is that | |
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the meat | |
at least I'm gonna have some kind of food and drink | |
because sometimes you can't come back | |
like momma said that if you need 5 cents don't ask for 3 | |
ask for 10, that's for sure | |
Yo ****** a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that | |
I was born with the boom bap, respect the name | |
my hands on experience was hands on my first contract | |
taught me quick how to respect the game | |
introduced to the block, got used to the block | |
but your neighbors be the ones who throw shit on your lawn | |
it's like every single time we pop, they got annoyed | |
but we got ahead, and we got along | |
and puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars | |
worth of hump days that broke the camel's back | |
the grind'll make today look gray | |
and paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black | |
meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast | |
I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn | |
and show you why we here this long | |
cause when it comes to puttin' in work | |
once again it's on | |
I'm just like everybody else man | |
an average nigga with above average potential | |
you know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman | |
I'm sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman | |
in order to get the things that I need | |
and if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that | |
This ain't no accident, we stayin' here | |
You damn right I am proud of myself man | |
and I'm proud of my team man | |
I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? | |
I don't have sex with people I do business with neither | |
and that's the real | |
but I do do business with people that I have sex with | |
so if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on | |
cause I'm gonna ****** the shit outta you, that's word |
zuò cí : Anderson, De La Soul, Howe ... | |
if the meek shall inherit the earth | |
and not the weak | |
let me inherit the street, it | |
you know what I mean? | |
I mean I love life man, you know what I mean | |
life is beautiful, it' s just the shit in it that' s up | |
it' s rough but it' s fair | |
people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job | |
I mean, my dad' s got five kids, man and I mean yo | |
he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids | |
you feel me? | |
I' m a rhyme artist | |
out here tryin' to grind my hardest | |
up early so to milk the cow | |
keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields | |
to keep my john han' s worth up in the now | |
went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts | |
positions is parta my mission to hangin' on top | |
gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers | |
and them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not | |
I' ve been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt | |
I' m hands on with it all up in my cuticles | |
some try to get off the farm but fell into harm | |
of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals | |
but, I was raised in those blue collar themes | |
havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means | |
and though the meek shall inherit the earth but don' t forget | |
the poor are the ones who inherit the debt | |
you can bet I got better things to do than that | |
I was a who got jerked by Tom and his boys | |
came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog | |
as if it wouldn' t leave me less than coy | |
but I' m far from bitter even farther from quittin' | |
got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' | |
and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights | |
as of by seen of through masta' s eye | |
it' s the grind date | |
know what I' m sayin? I' m sick of askin' that | |
I mean, the street philosophy is that | |
I' m gonna milk the cow and cook the meat | |
at least I' m gonna have some kind of food and drink | |
because sometimes you can' t come back | |
like momma said that if you need 5 cents don' t ask for 3 | |
ask for 10, that' s for sure | |
Yo a rhyme artist, I ain' t here for that | |
I was born with the boom bap, respect the name | |
my hands on experience was hands on my first contract | |
taught me quick how to respect the game | |
introduced to the block, got used to the block | |
but your neighbors be the ones who throw shit on your lawn | |
it' s like every single time we pop, they got annoyed | |
but we got ahead, and we got along | |
and puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars | |
worth of hump days that broke the camel' s back | |
the grind' ll make today look gray | |
and paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black | |
meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast | |
I' m a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn | |
and show you why we here this long | |
cause when it comes to puttin' in work | |
once again it' s on | |
I' m just like everybody else man | |
an average nigga with above average potential | |
you know what I mean? I' m not sayin' that I' m a gentleman | |
I' m sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman | |
in order to get the things that I need | |
and if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I' m gonna do that | |
This ain' t no accident, we stayin' here | |
You damn right I am proud of myself man | |
and I' m proud of my team man | |
I don' t want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? | |
I don' t have sex with people I do business with neither | |
and that' s the real | |
but I do do business with people that I have sex with | |
so if there ain' t no conflict, let' s get this grind on | |
cause I' m gonna the shit outta you, that' s word |