Opio - The Gra**y Knoll lyrics

{*drumroll*} "Who am I, I woulda done the same thing I don't wanna get shot either." C'mon! [Opio] Warning, out to bake, about my cake Skinny not a glutton but the future's at stake Make ya hand-shake harder than Jake LaMotta So I can get an APM my neighbors can follow The Hiero, emblem, official as Timberland That's why the crowd roar like a RalliSport engine Now pay attention, it's not about my automobile It's the real, it's the prodigal sk** And I'm droppin it still, and I probably will 'til apocalypse come and they see you in hell I'm, behind the wheel like "Taxi Driver" Revenge on his mind and a strap beside him But that's not an advertisement for violence It's more the mindset, an abstract concept One that I bond with against all odds And not all talk, I play my part [Hook: Opio] I got the best vantage point, I'm on the gra**y knoll Watched it all unfold, man the lies they sold To you and you and him.. to all the people in front And all the people in the back you was set up! I won't play the fall guy, or the eyewitness So keep me out that circus, and keep mindin ya business For my people speak the truth, man I just want justice So follow one, two, three - c'mon! [Opio] You in a brand new sportscar, they in a scraper Stomach growlin, they prowlin - WAKE UP! Wait meet ya maker for goodness sake-ah Face on the news, picture in the pap-er This flesh and blood right, this ain't Hollywood You really should keep your composure, and don't get sloppy At the bar, ten shots of Courvois' And didn't see the baracudas glarin at you - costly Now there's pandemonium and ma** confusion Cause what he holdin in his hand came from a action movie (Ohh wee) n***a Steven Seagal When you see the revolver, you givin it all up The master card for the keys to your car To the core and MC's hymns, you subordinate to them People livin in squalor, you might not see tomorrow You got a brand new life chillin under ya collar [Hook] [Planet Asia] Overseas, we twist tobacco for rizzlers Me and Opio, that's like Capleton and Sizzla The backwoods Swisher from the sack that I twist up The mack with a pistol in the Cadillac pickup Revolutionary with his wrist up; complex but I'm simplistic, talk sh** like my Soul is Michief (yeah!) Instrument, spit MPC-6 Opio part of the history of artists who conduct business So what I'm basically sayin is You need to pay a lil' more attention to the n***as that was lacin me Nowadays I yoke mics like Royce Gracie In front of thousand and thousands of Ben Franklins All day we in pursuit of the cash It's all bad, if you ain't affiliated with the staff We made it, to the top and we graduated As pioneers yeah now we all animated [Opio] C'mon! {*echoes*}