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Grits - Everybody wants on
(from the album Mental Releases)

Chorus

Everybody wanna get on, everybody wanna be down
Ain't room for both of us in this town
Everybody want on, every body wanna be down
I told you clowns, stop hangin' around
Everybody wanna get on, everybody wanna be down
Ain't room for both of us in this town
Everybody want on, every body wanna be down
I told you clowns, stop hangin' around

1st Verse

It makes me mad when minute microphonists wanna fondle, dig and delve in the Aborigines... I
break 'em down to their knees, rip 'em up for study, circulate their bodies like disease... Pretty
serious, the only way it could be make 'em lay down, stay down, that's the way it should be... The
reason, the reason that we're here, what's the purpose... To try and piece the puzzle into riddle,
going out for the long bomb, shootin' straight up the middle... I'm all out like Hiroshima with the
double teamer, leavin' abnormality like emphysema... Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead, like John
the Baptist I guess you sorta lost your head... Proceeding to enroll in my university, finding more
hard times than Run DMC... Family is what this is, we're in the long haul... Babs and Buster Bunny,
don't front like Canada's money... Crumbs get vacuumed, strong is my suction, fluxin' to all those
clowns that wanna be down...

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2nd Verse

Dozens of play play cousins try to move in the house that Gotee built for the family... tryin to use
friendship as means of clout eatin all the food sleepin on the couch... Disturbing the peace with
outside suggestion singing off key in our once perfect harmony... Lookin' over shoulders in supposed
closed sessions talkin about who you know thinkin' your impressin'... Look here stay clear wit that
industry brown stuff all on your nose usin' all the puffs... Finally I think you're gonna leave and I'm
happy unlike Mary J. your love is on a limit... But wait a minute here we go again in my face again
askin me again where I'm from where I've been... Peace see ya wouldn't want to be ya I'm gettin
aggravated I feel nauseated I need a drink of water to wash down the vomit, I wish I had some
Comet to wash away the grime... Don't take it personal to me you seem shifty, by the way how
much you say you weigh?! Oh a buck 50.

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