Ghostface Killah, RZA - The Grain lyrics

Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it?
I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya new Ghostface!

Yo deep in the trenches
Wig, young black green beret
Chrome laser guns blazing at spades
Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid
10 niggas call it Tai-Chi
Black blades, one hundred dollar seats
Hold up, we at the opera
Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg
Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper
Chunky ass necklace, must be her birthstone
John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome
So Charles, eyes up on her prince
Fucking with Diana two rows across
Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White
Fingering Pamela Lee, we on the balcony
Dare one of y'all to Malcolm X me
Somebody might catch a Kennedy
Yo let me adjust my
Lens through these binoculars
I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin
Viking, patriot of Broad Street
Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen

Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark
With the Benz parked
Up against the boulevard
Starks had the bone sparked
One cop tapped the window glass
Like a cymbal crash "What the fuck son! You
Trying to break glass?" he flashed his badge
"License and registrations" at that moment
His fat partner started chasin'
Chicken heads they was racing
Wit' they hearts pacin' for snatching gold
Trying' to dip into the god's basement
Our location, lead steel shed spread
Cracked shorty head
Left sweetie there for dead ghetto poodles
Fingers sticky from cheese doodles
Starving' for a 50 cent bag
Of Oodles and Noodles
Neighborhood sick wit' it
Clinton 'bout to cut WIC
Maybe one ya'll rich rap
Niggas need to politick reach for the sky
They throw bleach in your eye
Don't teach you why, you be keeping 'em high
Dipped like an Oreo cookie in cold milk
Bold silk
Gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat, low tilt
True Islamic, we speak verbal rhyme phonics
Why ya'll trying to change this
Hip hop to technotronics?

Don't go against the grain (the grain)
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
Don't go against the grain (the grain)

Girl, because of you I'm hurting
Within my, within my heart
I know it's not right to be flirting
But a relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clocking
It's time for you to start jocking
Don't want you to see me cry
This is why this is why this is why

I met this girl named Rhonda
From way down yonder
Hey yo god don't fuck with her
I met this girl named Liz she
Was all in the biz
Hey yo lord don't fuck with her
I rocked a ho named Tina
From the heart of Medina
Hey yo kid don't fuck with her
Yea that girl Kit Kat
She got the good poody-cat
Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her!