Back to the Grill

Chorus:<br>Back to the grill again, the grill again (repeat 6x)<br><br>[MC Serch]<br>You need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack this<br>And you`re more optomistic than the Sounds of Blackness<br>Flip lines that rip through the chest cavity<br>And I keep going and going just like an Energizer battery<br>Flattery will get you nowhere, unless it`s the derriere<br>And that`ll get you everywhere<br>Went to the flea market, was in the cark, parked it<br>Big fat blunts, if you got it then spark it<br>And with the fisticuffs came the fists<br>And you`ve joined Steven Segal on the Marked for Death hitlist<br>Went back to the 70`s and brothers got on grants<br>Cause they can step to some sisters and say "Slap me some skins"<br>Honeydip, and take the squad to the teepee<br>Hit it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV<br>And if there ain`t no papes there`s no show<br>I`ll just chill and return to kick em in the grill<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Red Hot Lover Tone]<br>Bust a style while I do it, if you know it oh you knew it<br>If you knew it then you knew it, if I catch a punk chewin<br>Imma drop the flavor fluid on his head, yep I flew it<br>And like Aretha Franklin, your moms is jumping to it<br>So, so, so, where did you go, what do ya know<br>SO many people want to be fly like Joe<br>G.I., E.I., oh lots and lots<br>And rapper can top the Red Hot (Not!)<br>R&B rips hip-hop (Not!)<br>MC Serch is gonna flip-flop (Not!)<br>All my hoes look like sasquatch (Not!)<br>And George Bush gets nuff props<br>Well, anyway, Imma slay slay lay<br>Pull a hoe around my way and make hooker souffle<br>Red Hot Lover Tone would like to thank MC Serch<br>Yo, you`re chill for making me a part of history<br>Kicking em in the grill<br><br>[Nas]<br>Finesse, keep a Tech-9 in my dresser<br>Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure<br>Mind like a computer, the inserter<br>Paragraphs of murder, the nightclub flirter<br>This is Nas, kid, you know how it runs<br>I`m waving automatic guns at nuns<br>Sticking up the preachers in the church, I`m a stone crook<br>Serial killer, who works by the phone book<br>For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here<br>My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea<br>On the mic I let vocabulary spill<br>(It`s like that y`all) That y`all, kick em in the grill<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Chubb Rock]<br>The Chubbsta breaks ?stabbabi? fakes, steady rate h<br>The panty mix the verse, looks to Serch, kick him in the grill again<br>Part 2, sequel of "The Dialect, The Derelect"<br>The murder licks, Vanilla kicks alive on the crucifix<br>Coming around the mountain, when he comes to sell more record bums<br>Digest the lyrics then you suck on some Tums<br>Crumbs with the energy from the lump sums<br>And lips to to the mixture to the friction and then you`re<br>Hummmmmmming, the door rings, yo I`m coming<br>To a theater near you, get your popcorn and your brew<br>And a Guiness Stout, check the clout when I`m about<br>Cause YOU are a BLABBERMOUTH<br>A blabber, it gets no badder<br>Lyrics on a diet cause it gets no fatter<br>Like a Gewn to the Guthrien, jumping up on the scene<br>With the Serches with the verses<br>Word up, the illustrious<br>Rapper dapper sapper, you want us to sell out your wish<br>My lips have never touched the circumference of a spliff<br>And if you see some Coke or some spill<br>With some ill pill, yo kick me in the grill grill<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[MC Serch]<br>So here`s a true and false, tell me if it`s factable<br>You wanna kill the Klan, shoot the fans a tractor pull<br>Got crazy game, so no one can stop me<br>But ayo, I`m white, I guess my game is hockey<br>Or basketball, football, taking papes in poker<br>If honeydip got a moneyclip I`m gonna stroke her<br>Wait a minute, chill chill, can`t swing<br>Cause my girl ain`t my girl no more, now she got a ring<br>Respect my wisdom like I respect myself<br>To to G I`ll put you in a tree like the Keebler elves<br>You couldn`t be The Mack if you had the car, the hat, the hoe<br>And your shit would still be out the back like a patio<br>Cause I saw you eating pig knuckles, with Frankie Knuckles<br>In a bar called Chuckles wearing name plate belt buckles<br>Goddamn your life is flimsy<br>Gave you nuff respect, but gave it back cause I was stingy<br>So from the cons and pros to the pros and the cons<br>Call me a motherfucker I`ll say "Yeah I fucked your moms"<br>Until she calls back I`m gonna chill<br>Peace to Red Hot Lover Tone, Chubb Rock, kick em in the grill<br><br>Chorus