De La Soul - The Grind Date lyrics

If the meek shall inherit the earth
And not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck 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 fucked 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 Hancock'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 niggas 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 dick 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
The grind date 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 fuck 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
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 that
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 fuck the shit outta you
That's word