Artist: Prodigal Sunn Album: The Grindz (S) Song: The Grindz Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah, uh huh (yeah, love all my family, man) Grand Daddy Polly what up baby, what's up baby (Thanks a lot for all that man) The grinds, the grinds You know I love ya'll, uh, that's where I'm from The grinds, where you from? The grinds Where you from? The grinds, every day On the grinds, gritties, ain't nothin' The grinds, the gritty, ain't nothin' The grinds, the gritty, ain't nothin' pretty The grinds, the gritty, yo, yo [Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn] The grind, gritty, ain't nothin' pretty Money on the wood, we came to get busy Throw your hands in the air, if you're with me North, East, West, South, I know you hear me [Bridge: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah, uh-huh, I know you feel me Yeah, uh-huh, I know you hear me Yeah, the grinds, I know you feel me The grinds, uh-huh, the grinds [Prodigal Sunn] Stay stoned to the bone, swiss beat like Jane Twist the black round with the green eyes, red on the scene You know what I mean, artillery, mega machines I love in livin' the American dream, dream Tear out your spleen, please, don't try to stunt on my team Front on my team, you get evaporated, sugar and cream Page seven Source, magazine, and Sunz supreme Face on the cam, now they wanna, know who I am Know who I am, light up the jam, like Shazaam Blood of the lamb, me and my fam, run you like rams Easy in the jungle, we breath, longsleeve, dungarees Thieves in the hood, wanna see me achieve Posted toasted, New Year's eve, celebration Peace, Sunzini, the grinds, on your station Sunz of Man, Two On Da Road, build dedication Wu-Tang Clan, affiliation [Chorus] [Hook: samples cut up] "Jewels out, layin' on three hundred dollar sweaters" - Hell Razah "Cold" "Dealers get the dope - 12 O'Clock "They ain't no time, time, time, to really chill" - Guru "Tons O Guns" "Yo, the Son don't chill" - Raekwon "Knowledge God" [Prodigal Sunn] Criminal gun play, chemicals rain in P.J.'s Last raid, another fed paid, red rum: Sunday The world dyin' for the love of money, expensive chains Intensive pain from that cocaine, condition the brain Tricked in the strain, as I look back, memory lane Simple and plain, it be in fame, a major part of the game Chemistry grain, foolish kids ran, when I came Forty acres, five percent of terrain, spark life Through my vein tunnel, aim through the jungle of rain A lot of haters wanna see us hang, watch me bang As in Eagle/Crane, snap crack, shatter your frame Another victim in the system, where he barely sustained Fortunate, I sold a million records first campaign Sippin' rosemary cherry champagne, pain The young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst' Talk with a lisp, V.I.P., top of your list [Chorus] [Hook] [Prodigal Sunn] Last seen and heard, pushin' the H2, bangin' that Donald Bird Thugs honor my word, drama makes my passion emerge Rashin' off the heads of green herbs, I know ya'll heard We blast word, keepers out of pieces by the thirds It's the attack of the Sunzini, black genie Chains glee me, through rash back like Mussolini Who wanna see me? Up in the party, I stay garley Stainless steel or black chrome Harley, the young Bob Marley Son, you gets 'no respect' like Rodney And you standin' on 'Dangerfield', about a half a mil' Plus I move with a staff that kill Rope chain beats, we manifest, shank wit heat Met the realest dogs, spilled wide name and held frame If I had to blast, no short, up close range Through my cold frame, never use my name in vein Violation cause me to let off like John Wayne [Chorus] [Bridge] [Outro: Prodigal Sunn] Catch the fire in me, B.A. to Dirty South B.T., T.A., V.A., New York City, B-Town, Chi-Town St. Louis, the grinds