Oh - The Grouch

In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb

Way up above all that bull shit you love

Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap

This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat

They couldn’t see me, so I entered right before their eyes

Pass the people dancing to the cuts where I reside

Spy the tightest girl, but I knew she’d never notice

A man on stage grabs the mic, so I took my focus

Oh, this.

Is a show it kinda sucks

Kinda fucks the purpose of paying if its worthless

A circus full of circles, three rings of jerks, fools

Tell them hit the weed

Im seeking out the beat but all I find is imitation

Rhyme assimilation, In times its just wasted

Racing around the club looking for some type of meaning

Receiving shit is REAL to the only one that’s seeding

Fiending for this hip-hop cause I love this shit to death

And until the day I die, I keep it honest in the WEST

Not astonished or impressed by developments or let-downs

Expect the unexpected never will I set bounds

I sweat clowns who beat doesn’t sounds fresh though

The Underground is here so motherfuck where the rest go

In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb

Way up above all that bull shit you love

Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap

This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat

I stay up late writing, Entice when the beat hits the one

Thoughts go through my mind like «boy my life is fun

From the sun up to down with the sounds that I imagine

One day I’ll get it wright in this period I lag and

Drag it on like my dreams and my cape

There’s so much impact I can make if I can only bear the weight

Don’t fear the great coming and stunning how it is

There’s hella shit to take but hella left to give

I live my life unconfined, but still it’s hard to find my place

The look of determination it occupies my face

I’ll knock your guy’es face if you let me

The oddball of my race so how could you forget me?

Forget me not!

I got my rhymes up in your grill

My words will be effective even if I’m standing still

Demand at will if you must

I bust over fresh shit

One with the music on this motherfucking west shit

In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb

Way up above all that bull shit you love

Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap

This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat

And its like that

In a time filled with hella rhyme

In this time we force your mind to climb