作词 : Thomas Higgins
作曲 : Barrie Dixon
BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN
I guess it’s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN
stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN
money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN

The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk
invest in a front, Depressed in a funk
the breast with the rump
That’s the dinner duck, killer look
dressed to the nines when I’m in the cut
Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up
Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book,
swing hard like I’m Dillas son, the illest one
Big czar jugz Make the village run,

My bill of rights, it’s unite, what you living like?
I’m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type
Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat
You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke,
im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked,
The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made
Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect
Self made man never caught begging for a cheque


what’s that? That’s a trillion
Off Rap, facts, tax that’s a million
my far fetch raps are brilliant,
Hard head with a hard graft, resilient
silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow
Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow
That’s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces
Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses

back to the race again, talk about race again
A lot rap fans are racist men, That’s don’t
make sense, there top 5 are all white?
They can’t connect with the pain and raw plight
My skins light but my roots are the truth
Sprinkle lines of pure facts with
the juice of the goose
Roast the bird over my potent words,
Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church,