[Verse 1 - Grap Luva] Huh. I got some time to explain the true grading of a rhymewriter So take the stance of a gunfighter Others inject intellect for selfrespect Or simply kickin' verses for a tight paycheck But they neglect is creative aspects in control The sounds and words originate up in the soul My thoughts cross wack emcees and wickedness They seem to go hand in hand in the mess That's formed the dawn of the fake emcee It's really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see Jah be's with me so Ras G is no fool Respectin' the original school that wrote the rules I'm layin' all these real ass facts upon the wax Mass communication minus fakin' the jax So relax all the gods will make you crumble and fall Keepin' you on the run as we start from Square One
[Hook - I.N.I.][4X] 'The I.N.I.'s in the house' 'you don't stop' 'Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising' 'you don't stop' Square One
[Verse 2 - Ras Luv] I have to get what I want, cause now it's no time to front It's I.N.I. on the hunt just to smoke up the funk With no fear in this industry we in here So surprised I appear I play the back or the rear I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin And it's been a long time considerin' But no bitter man, african, rastafarian, non-american
Checkin' every man (yeah) In my zone because the eye is all alone in this universe I see the worst now I'm comin' in first A brother's thirst got him eager to merc In full effect cause I'm stayin' alert Bless the hurt at each and every concert Taught well to be the very next expert Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one Settin' it off from Square One
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[Verse 3 - Rob-O] In '95 nuff kids can catch the vapors Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper Still so I maintains a fly flow But everytime I plant a seed they won't let it grow Guess it's the fact that I seen through ya team of major fake outs Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paperchasin' Playin' yaself and say ya neithans Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions Or big figures that have you shittin' on niggaz It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry son Yeah no doubt you bugged out It's not as stable or firm as you thought In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished Yo Grap Luva (no question) cause this is how it should be done We takin' it back to Square One