Guard Your Grill

I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by
No snoozin', no dozin', no f'in way

How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
It's just another one dud and is dismissed
Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out there
At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka
Never been to Tokyo or Keeper's Day Bolochio

I never know, never know when another will come to diss this

Guard your grill, knuckle up
Heapin' things up like a Coke cup
I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I give em much business, an Aspirin
And oh yae, pss pss pss pss

Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin' hotter
I had two grills, one a runner, one a trotter
So don't try at those same style battle cry
Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
I smoke first, so what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one
What's up to Clark Kent and my man face?
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card
This goes out to my man Tamere he's definitely in here
Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put em up, you ain't tough

I was only three steps from a peace prize
You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shh
I been through more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
Now how wrong can you be to think we play
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, yup
Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff

Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep

I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, duck
I ain't the type to give up

You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more
My man scratch in the house, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
I put two and two together and I came up with four

Guard your grill, knuckle up
And that's comin' from Illtown, down the hill
Put em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Guard your grill, knuckle up

It's not you're tryin' too gay, you're tryin too hard
I ain't the type to give up

Put em up, you ain't tough
Oh yeah, that's 'bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled

Guard your grill, knuckle up

Then go around to them and him because [Incomprehensible]
A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up
But if and whenever they come I'm runnin' this merry fist miss
The reason that it's tilted 'cos you're guilty, too hard to guard
You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach
Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers

So callin' me for a ride ain't the answer
Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built

This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
Oh, here's another side of bein' real quick
Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
No matter that white rap, shoot a pharaoh with a psycho
Sayin' we will go for one cut, now we're dead
So now ya feelin' real low, ya no flow crow
I, I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper

How hard can your guard be, I say wassup?
There's so much gold for roast, the nuts don't knock us
This goes out to my man Jack Don
I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
I'm silly ho smackin' MC's on a ninety degree tilt
Put down ya handgun, up with'cha hands son

My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
'Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
Use to couldn't take em out 'cos they was rowdy hip hoppers

I ain't the type to give up
You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo
I smoke first, so what's up
Knuckle up, put 'em up, yeah guard your grill
You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have enough
What are ya askin' for mercy, I'm laughin'
Guard your grill, knuckle up
These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened
I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
Peace goes out
I smoke first, so what's up?
There's no sleepin', no nothin', no rest and hey
Damn, I love a glass chin
This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya
I listen to sister shit, it 'til they quite slow