Grits - Fragmentation lyrics

A mere fragmentation, chip off the old block
With the insulated tubing of a football sock
With stripes being levels of achievement
Rolling up my sleeves
Went and tried to get mine
This I found, fine: that I
Write rhymes for days please, no praise
The latest craze is what's
Leaking from the deacon
Speaking freaking words like
The Miami nightclub
What's all the hubbub, Bub?
Got all the bit's and
Particles of my articles
Piece in the puzzle
Searching for the reason to guzzle
Drinking juice that ain't theirs
Cold as ice from my stares
Fein broken hearted fit in
Non-members credit card
They weigh in, swearing they're gonna stay in
With my spiritual blessings I'm a
Spendthrift not a tightwad
Keeping pressure off my chest, peaceful
Sleeping like "Goodnight God, "
And slumber-chopping, lumbar-propelled
Posture-crushing mainframe
Playing brain games to maintain
Perpetuate the same thing
We are the world, we are the children
Throw your hands to the ceiling
These fragmentations with high standards
Aspirations using vocal complications
Keeping on-air deceit
Thinking to yourself, "They're so unique, "
Keep your mouth shut
You better not speak 'til my
Entire satieties satisfied society
My variety is gaining notoriety

Ah, that was "Fragmentation" on your FM dial
- W f r a g

Show me that emcee coming
Closer in comparison embarrassing himself
Trying to stand within my sphere with
Metaphoric grind or fantasised rhymes
Trapped in the biz of making
Hit's with greatest misses
I'm a lyricist of past and current
Times, in multitudes hearing "Mental, "
Fools salute Christian complications in the
Way I administer medication
Calls at congregations to
Collapse the detonation
Facing the fragmentation of breaking down
Of spirit by supernatural chemicals
Reaction to my lyrics
How do you want it? East, north, west
Or south? And let this rhythm see
From Tennessee's beat gang
They turned you out

18 Avenue, South Side
This style was compiled
A reminder - what you facing
Is simply bonafide Southern pride
Hails from Jacksonville, Florida, to
Douglas, Georgia, to Birmingham, alabama
Now Deville I reside
Some may say this style is
Simplistic they got it twisted
They missed it though they may dis it
There's millions in ghettos listening
Tasting my vocal mystic
My flavours come in linguistics

My last part of a song ya'll might find odd
I'm here under the assumption that some
Of y'all might find God

That's the only reason Grit's loads
Clips and shoot verses:
To further the kingdom and give the ode
You guys in hearses shot breeze
Now outing thousand five from the beginning
The beat will fade out
But first you'll hear it thinning
Complete thought is needed to
Follow this mental poetry
Three dimensional images appeal close to
Spiritually if you're hearing me
Not with your ears but in your heart
Make connections with proper grounding
Your chest is pounding from these
Fragmentated-sounding, compound
Round elements
Natural-born thrillers wrought in
Oliver Stone flicks