Grits - Ain't Sayin’ Nothin’ lyrics

Thieves shake the equal
Glamour Ritz, we got our chucks on
Many times we been surpassed
They rather put smucks on
Insubordinate knuckleheads insisting they
Be spoon fed indeed take precautions
While split-up will make you nauseas
Simplicity seems to get the best of me
Listening to emcees twisting
Renditions of authoring
Following the hollow styles
Of other individuals
While we originals get passed
Off like apologies
My man Bone speaking terms that
You learn to discern
The turn turns roundabout, I sound about
The animosity
Verbal viscosities - I scoff at these insipid
Nitwit's that be swearing that they're emcees
Drama when mics are around the circumferences
Cannibalistic mandates of artists
Labeled "Platinum hit's, "
Poisonous venom is what I send them
If they nip at this like a dipstick
I let them know that they're full of it
Fill your cup with the hardy tawdry intellect
I'm injecting a proposal
And discretion disposal
Grasp for reality - can't get in your
Clutches with the Starsky and Hutches
Scribbling wannabes promoting the crutches
Oh, no, Bone and Coffee getting deep again
Foes, get your boots
Rich gets stick when heat sets in
Catch wind and hold your nose
As the stench of the
Truth imposes the sell of the
Unit's to the youth
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Emcees today, they got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Emcees today, they got nothing to say

I'm gonna lay down my burdens
Down by the riverside
Gliding across sand with the mic in my hand
Standing out like in arabesque
My styles are blessed
Delivering the true, you see my mind
I've never been this good
The semen of my psyche
It impregnates the tape
Ballistic, mind-blowing concepts of
Language, in true
Deep-seated laws of religion
My polemics stand erect
But my craving's not in check
The elect Coffee runs for alderman
I called him in to hit the frontline
They want rhymes, ill do my best
Make them digest the foam loaf
Add some gravy for you, baby
If I ever, better never, write
A lyrics without meaning
Nowadays people would probably boo me from
The stage in a rage
Tomato juice dripping from my polo hat
Crying, "Why they dissing? Why
Won't they listen?"
For the chimpanzees the monkey
Shines the funky rhymes
I do, huh, f-f-f-fantastic
Excellence endureth
Goteeage grips, they toureth
Mental oven heats the muffin for
The jackals who say nothing
Some brothers be talking about things
They only seen on videos
Or they heard it on the radio
I ask real Hip-Hoppers to bring a stop
To these gimmicks and
Industry investment mimics
Now I'm bidding adieu
My salutation's through
Get a clue, get a grip, release the trip
The Christian's position in need
Of a physician grit's got the blood of
Jesus dripping on renditions

Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Emcees today, they got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Emcees today, they got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Ain't saying nothing, got nothing to say
Emcees today, they got nothing to say
Ain't, ain't, saying, saying
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Ain't, ain't, saying, saying
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing