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Grits - Stop Bitin' lyrics
*hook* Stop bitin' Using styles that you know That ain't yours Stop bitin' Changing sounds Every album you do Stop bitin' Reciting lines I done heard before Stop bitin' Making money Off of rhymes That ain't yours *bonafide* For the cleptos Who stole flows From those In the pros Get you mouth Swole by blows Thrown by those You took from How can you stand To even look At yourself Peering through mirrors Got to be Insecurity can't Just be bout money If it is you Got issues Way beyond the benhamins Need reminder Of purpose Cause you Clowning on surface For those In writers block Stealing ideas For concepts This is judgement day I'm putting hurt On your rep It's not my fault That you slept And didn't wake up You getting shook up Getting dug up >From the roots up Put your boots up Your time has finally come To a swift And deadly end A grammatical revolution In the spirit My friend So stop bitin' *hook* -repeat- *coffee* Stop bitin' You ol style Nibblin wagon Jumpin braggin Skill gnawing Chainsaw jawed bandit Moet drinking Too high off weed For proper Thinking, sinking Drowning your own vomit Plus stinking pitiful Selling soul For residual Individuals In rituals Through habitual manners Driving me bonkers And bananas First off I want to thank Gotee for allowing Me flow free while some labels Wild by picking Their artists style And that blow me Completely out of the water Thinking to myself If they ain't No good Should they Determine they Artist vision Make decision How could They regardless Of how they feel I'm gone avenge Like Emma peel For the preservation Of hip-hop From the one's Who like to steal *hook* -repeat- *coffee* Nothing more devious Than a force If my previous verse Was harsh A president of the U.S. Finding love In a boggy marsh Me and this Hip-hop thang Go way back Do what I can To keep it intact My soothing Verbal herbon Can absorb A comet's impact So react On impulse Or in a manner That you deem fit More of you's required So get inspired When my team hit *bonafide* Copyright infringing Producer pretending To be Beat borrowing Noncreative Wordless emcees Take heed We straight original Rhyme sayers Music composers And songwriters Christ was incapable Of sin We're incapable Of biting If we did It would discredit Everything we stand for Keep your carbon copy repeats That ain't never been sweet Please forgive me *hook* -repeat- |
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