Grits - U.S. Open lyrics

Knowdaverbs, make it bounce one time
Hit the US open, like golf, with your rhymes

Who you is?
Knowdaverbs, the like minded minstrel
Tight should be my rhymes
Siphon lyrics through my pencil
So hold on, as I strike a pose like in vogue
You can call me origami, watch as I unfold
Beat me one time, to when Jerry made curls
And ghetto lashes with TVs player candy-girl
Exchanging, with the kids
All the Michael Jackson moves
A time of escalation
Went from zips to kangaroos
The group tripped my plan
Minds when y'all first premiered
Though things look grey, and paper-thin
Through the years
I follow the leader, the maker, creator
The spirit's getting warmer than
It is in Grenada
Me and the boys got ill with the clippers
Fina - for the parachute
Pants with thirty zippers
Factors of the seven, for Christ
Never get slept rhyme a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug that we jet
Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line

Bonafide, get live one time
Get me US open, like golf with your rhymes

Bonafide, original emcee
Rapping 'bout the deejay who's down with me
On the fader, he's greater, and he's my man
As he's flipping up the wax
With the steadiest hand
While the other deejays just
Stand and watch while
All the fly girls clock and jock
He's the beat creator, human
Record player, style originator
Scratch innovator and he's not an imitator
And he'll let you know
Transform the soul dif
As he rocks the show for the factors
The debonair microphones, with the masters
Degrees in the MIC
Jump on there, jump on there
Jump on there, on there, on there

Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line
COFE, on the strip one time
Give the US open, life golf with you rhymes

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of aqua
Jill saw it coming, and jumped in the well
While Jack got bit by a Chihuahua
Now, Jack was screaming like a little girl
In complete and utter pain
He should've watch his back
Before he got attacked
And joined Jill in the gutter main in a way
I blame Jill for not warning
Jack what was she thinking?
Just like a girl to save her own neck
And I think that's stinking
The moral of the story is simple and plain
You can read it like a book
When you choose a partner, make
Sure she got your back
Or your goose is cooked

Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door
Headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had
Me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and
I started to rhyme
As this deejay ran it down the line