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Grits - Why
(from the album Factors of the 7)

Coffee:
The things I find strange, Alanis finds a bit ironic
Sip the tonic perfect description on me
Atomic Islamic belief always clash with mine therefore we have beef
Sun sets in the West and rises in the East like yeast
At least I say for the most part that's cool and all
No time for argument while Belez's is foolin' ya'll
Fiasco signed burnin' yearnin' like tabasco so there
Shootin' out releases Mental was my last go
Haskells like Eddie not Vedder I'm better while me DJ hits the fader, the fader
Now don't' get indignant, catch yourself before you act ignorant
That's a sure sign of dead minds benign and malignant
From here to Dallas extending with vocal stewin'
My walk never switches from Patric Duffy to Bobby Ewing.

Chorus:
Throw your hands to the celin' , tell me what your feelin' , show me why.

Bonafied:
I see you lookin' to the left and slowly movin' to right
As you bobbin', "Who is this?" is the question in your mind
It's culture shock the way we rock, Hip-Hop and still drop, belief beneath the beat, and it don't stop
These bees ain't killa' but we still attack on the for reala
'cause we nest in 10-A-Cee don't mean we ain't got Q's and P's
To stay on, it's been too long off in this game
though we know we just as dope still the treatment ain't the same
From my peers, I'm guessin' it's fear of innovation
But don't that contradict the golden rule as a nation
But what I'm facin' is slowly dyin' from frustration of real heads who recognize more than gangstas
'Cause my white-boy DJ, everything he play, is either from the old school or guaranteed to crowd move
It's universal if you doubt it then rewind
For recollection of what I said back four lines
So raise your hands just as high as you can get 'em
If you feel me show me why and keep 'em to the sky.

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Coffee:
Quite rough and hammered not to be tampered with court jester
Î suggest you and your pal stop soliciting
Visiting hours have passed
Like school on Sunday-no class
Wreckage your susceptible to, rejectable crew, selectable few
Which is us, worthy of trust
Gained it, sustained it, proclaimed it

The Factors-been standin' way to long on the premises of an arch nemesis that I've been battlin' since Genesis
Let's finish this...

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Bonafied:
My apparatus and status is none the less to be the phattest to express with content of explicit true text
Bonafied is up next don't test this verbal vortex
My mechanical components of spiritual lycs's complex-ity consists of powers way beyond the natural realm-the heart will tell the deepest secrets of the hardest of men
You know it's dope and got you open so you raisin' your hands and catchin' feelings while appealing to your inner-most man
Throw 'em up!

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Mr. Max:
See, I came into the party with the DJ stance
Left with the crowd open and a whole new base of fans
Hands to the ceilin' how ya' feelin' s what your showin' me
I thanked the Lord again when people notice me
Holdin' me accountable to levels higher than I can attain
I stare into the eye fo the storm when it rains
Like pains, it hurts deep within
If you feel me throw your hands to the ceilin' again.

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