To Die For - The Grouch, Luckyiam

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 shit

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?

Whores?

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

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)

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 ass 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

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 shit

When really I’d like to help but I haven’t even peeped your shit

I come as equipped as I can and that’s my plan

I give a fuck less about Polo and Timbaland

Or how many hands I give pounds to

I don’t surround you with lyrics in your ear, motherfucker 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 bitches 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 shit 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