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Grits - Weigh A Buck 50
(from the album Mental Releases)

1st Verse

Theoretic, dietetics oppose my genetics... They can't comprehend, they romp in sin... Coming from
within, I don't hold a grudge when they judge... It's crass, sometimes I come in first, sometimes I
come in last... But I guess that's a part of life, in the heart of strife... Shoot ellipses cause eclipses on
the sandy shores... From the ghetto to the meadow I hope people hear and let go of the thing that's
oppressive... Stop being possessive, unleash it, it can't be enslaved in the grave so pave the way and
disperse the curse of the perversed ancestry who didn't care for morals... I know I have ancestry
who didn't care for morals... So slide, glide to freedom of foolish pride... 150's shifty, let the joy
inside... Purity is callin' your name (hello)... So ya answer, ya answer, ya answer...


Chorus

Weigh A Buck 50, Weigh A Buck 50
Those who remain hold the strains of the fickle
Weigh A Buck 50, Weigh A Buck 50
Four Quarters, four dimes, and oh yeah, two nickels
..................(Like Don Rickles)



2nd Verse

Down like Brandy yea you wanna be... Tryin to see if Bone got game with deceased president... It's
evident I live by the funk of poverty when I'm dunked cause my situations deep knee... I'm up to my
boots in applications, eliminating advocates who are threats, I gets meticulous administrating
friendships so none slip through my fingertips in the process... So I suggest an open eye when you
sleep... Peekaboo I see you phony Boos' Boo's... Word on the streets Gotee got the beats and
since I been down I seem to never come around... Too big for my britches the snitches got mo
stories than G's on the block hittin' switches... So take a whiff sniff hey this kids shifty fittin' the
descriptive weight of one fifty...


Chorus

Weigh A Buck 50, Weigh A Buck 50
Those who remain we tight like Glady's Pips
Weigh A Buck 50, Weigh A Buck 50
Four quarters, four dimes, and oh yeah, two hollow tips..
.........................(And fat lips)