Tonart: Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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in my grits, the hits rip
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Constructed a flood jack et,
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Cause all I wanna do is hang
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You rank off, won't sing,
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I'll do my thing
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I'll kick slang as I bring inventions
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Attention, intentions come
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like three dimensions
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Stay focused like locusts,
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this ain't no trick
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nutrition is the daily work
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Of Ito Bailey, sure it's what I sport
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Dressed like Professor King Bean,
I eat green beans
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I've seen things, been around the world
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And I, I said bye -bye to ways
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Now I gaze in praise
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The naked, I can't see it,
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there's a knee in my back
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Am bush, attack, boom, boom, boom
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Time to fight back
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Crush the enemies, no frenemies
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This is space, now respect
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From the violence to silence
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This lamb had no more legs
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Oh, I gotta use my skill
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I gotta use my talent
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then I trust that I must bust
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By my side, there's another
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Bonus to another
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Weapons come in lethal
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Like Mel and Danny Glover
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Well, pull out the stops
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and I'm turning all the stones.
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If my home's not a house,
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then you can house my home.
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Be gone, fickle pharaoh,
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I'm like a little sparrow.
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All glory, I'll fly away.
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Hey, what you got to say to me?
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Yo, what you got to say?
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It's 12 for 94,
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letting my thoughts go on the floor.
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Peep the word, the word, the utter.
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All my grits, I have utter.
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You want the butter in your grits?
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I want the butter in my grits.
You want the butter in your grits.
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I want the butter in my grits.
You want the butter in your grits.
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You want butter in my grits.
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You want butter in your grits.
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I want the butter in my grits.
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You want the butter in your grits.
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I have some butter in my grits.
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You want some butter in your grits.
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I want the butter, the butter.
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You want the butter.
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Butter? Yo. Yeah. I like
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that. Here we go.
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Yo, when I bust, it's a must,
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I need the butter, it's butter, yeah,
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I'ma start on the fourth.
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Butter is a must when I bust
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with grammatical grits,
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if you will, the skills are infallible,
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judgment you'll stare as you glare,
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not knowing discernment,
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you're indecisive, so I sense fear.
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When I grip never clumsy with the vocab
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your mental state of being
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when I'm finished needs rehab
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when I flow to a jazz riff
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No need for blood to split
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cuz the butter makes me nuts
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It's enough that no other can fight this the way
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that I write this miss any illusion of anticipation
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My proclamation is freedom
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and salvation in the storm
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You're lost by the form of my schism
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My structure of rhyme just like a prism
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Antiques, my antiques will beat
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When I'm done with this,
grits must persist
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To break beats and bits
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Reese put the grease in the pan
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By the heat from his hand
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Produced fat from the mind of the man
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He's the man, like a hundred grand
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On the vibes of the bass
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played by his hand
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Beats booming streets by
the dream of Kareem
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Like Elijah one had
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Like my ace on the pad
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Smooth is my style, yes,
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I'm very versatile.
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The tracks I never whack,
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because the butter makes it fat.
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Listen to the growth
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and the knowledge of the song.
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Sometimes my rhymes rhyme,
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sometimes they just don't.
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Yeah. Uh, check it, check it.
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I want the butter in my grits,
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you want the butter in your grits.
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I have the butter in my grits,
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you have the butter in your grits.
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I want the butter in my grits,
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you want the butter in your grits.
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I want the butter in my grits,
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you get the butter in your grits.
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I want the butter in my grits,
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you want the butter in your grits.
You got the butter in my grits,
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now you got the butter in your grits.
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I want the butter in my grits,
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you want the butter, butter, butter.
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I the in my grits, take the butter
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Otto Price.
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Thank Thank Thank you.
Outro 1
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