The Grouch - To Die For lyrics

[Verse 1: The Grouch] (Luckyiam) Damnn, she's got that look in her eyes, core (Grouch) Yeah I see it, too bad she's to die for I guess she doesn't know she's worth it She's got the body of a goddess but a mind much less than perfect Surface, conversation's great but wait 'til after the show I seen her break and take the bait to the front row While the blunt slow burning in the back She approaches a big name, and says he has a knack, for rap, and how his sh** was fat She really liked his style, until he starts to smile While, the others look on, and some get hooked on being a star We see from afar how it goes Now suppose the situation's yours Could you resist if they came by the 4's or more? who*es? In plain clothes, they got the same goals, stained souls Some are unnamed hoes Gettin' stuck Sittin' ducks in the water Now how would you feel if one of them was your daughter? You brought her up your best, but nonetheless You can't control the destt...iny of a groupie [Chorus: Both] You were swallowed by the sea of the lonely-low lifestyle Rather foul how you livin' (livin') And often times I see it boy It makes me think twice how I value my vision (vision) Swallowed by the sea of the lonely-low lifestyle It's rather foul how you livin' (livin') And often times I see it boy It makes me think twice how I value my vision (vision) [Verse 2: Luckyiam] I'm from a group that be doin' some thangs But animosity keeps surrounding the name Mystic, unsigned and hella broke Cell phone promoted and devoted we keep laughing at jokes Around the road to enlightenment It's a trip when you pay hella dues and fools fill your shoes up I guess it's more like a compliment, if they realize all the blood, sweat, and tears, and the lives of Men, who put they life on the line Beyond the fresh battle rhyme you were jocking metaphors, time's Up, and give it up like my single, or get your a** up for the track party people It's a balance of a lyric and some music all in one Creatively way above the minds of the dumb (come) Back, to the truth we'll be waiting, frontin' on advancements Eternally debating [Chorus: Both] [Verse 3: The Grouch] You hip-hop heads don't see, me For really who I am, so how could you be my man? You always askin' me for beats and sh** When really I'd like to help but I haven't even peeped your sh** I come as equipped as I can and that's my plan I give a f** less about Polo and Timbaland Or how many hands I give pounds to I don't surround you with lyrics in your ear, motherf**er don't you hear English?? Sing this song back, it's not a long track, use the palm clap, to keep it on time I'm on the climb, I'm up front Not sublime I watch you b**hes like mimes 'cause you don't need lines to read your minds I only roll with originators, down to earth players Chillin' like refrigerators You haters, I didn't buy my sh** for you So if you don't like it keep quiet 'cause I do Only a few fools is folks, you other jokes spoke too quickly Mother told me, not to hang around with sickly looking individuals With no visual perception I suggest you step and, go your own direction [Chorus]