Artist: The Grouch f/ Eligh, Scarub Album: Making Perfect Sense Song: What's it All About? Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [The Grouch] I respect people in this world in so many ways I neglect people in this world in so many ways I love to love a person in this world for always Love to hate a motherfucker when I couldn't find ways to get through, wanna hit you like a brick without a fist I gotta express my calmer inner mind but with a twist Not a lecture, it's an art form, I'm the best for the job That's what I wanna share, get prepared, make it bob You know that head I need to get to, never pass bullshit through Hip you to a way of life that probably more fits you It's time to open up, quit acting tough and fronting more and get tighter on my raps, as a whole I wanna do something I wanna move something bigger than a mountain Live a thousand of my days happy and hella proud in my ways I wanna praise these aspiring, admiring peers Keep me moving on near, whether he lies When will they ever realize, it's all about being free, wise? Big tree-sized individuals in the mental If they permit into the temple, I'll still be influential in this I'll still pick up a pencil with no credentials and rip It's my gift I've been given, it's my life I've been living and I've been driven to this point here I'm tryna make my point clear, I'm tryna come across tight Ain't tryna take a loss without a fight, just wanting to do it right I'm just wanting to do it right [Chorus: The Grouch] Money brings power, power might bring pain Now you might attain game without any of 'em Plenty of 'em fail, many of 'em stack mail Act well as if you know, cause if you show you dope you won't If you show you dope you won't What's it all about? [Eligh] I stick it to the beat, prepare for defeat, some gets mistreated Lowered esteem for the self, embellish on the pain while relish on crossing eyes and a brain, wise I'll refrain when my game is off, bitter disappointment, this appointment healing scars Revealing stars unseen when the moon is shining Who's the tightest? Well to me its the brightest emcee on a mic divided in categorical temperaments, temperature rises feverish Leaving two-thousand cleansed ends stacked on the back porch With the torch lit, follow paths of brick herbs to keep the sickness within a cage Words with a page where age can't be distinguished Just the feeble, that's no longer my job, my choice My voice throbs like the engine of a Rolls-Royce, top influx Ten bucks, that's a pocket budget of a kid who grew to know his destinal goals The rest fold in molten stagnent poses That's where determined prices stop and smell the fucking roses [Chorus: The Grouch] [Scarub] I've been paying my dues to who knows Ever since I've been able to tie my shoelaces and walk to the park for open mics in circles to recite anything that came to mind But because of my age I was undefined as one of the B-boys who could still get it on after the streetlights came on and the night changed from dust to dawn You see my momma didn't know that her son had the crowd pleasing potentials To pick up a pencil and permanently, shake shit up like Shakespeare Shakes up the minds of critics, it was ridiculous what I had to go through day to day to meet up with the crew, then go down do to the Good Life and do what I've been believing in ever since the beginning of time From the beginning to the end of my rhymes, the crowd will climb out of their chairs Nothing but stares in my face as my words tap their eardrums with amazing grace Scarub blew up the place Even fools who didn't like me would agree that my style was horrible My aura would illuminate and shine, but it wasn't bright enough to be seen And still to this day through the eyes of Scarub supporters, he's living a pipe dream Not bright enough to be seen, still living a pipe dream [Chorus: The Grouch]